Molly has never met a book she didn't like. Lately, however, she has bonded with an inexpensive encyclopedic series for older children; so, our conversations about them have caused me discomfort because she wants more information than I anticipated.
Holding a book on the human body -- which is illustrated in a colourful but standard way -- she asks me about a human figure: "What's this?" and "what's this?" she asks several times.
"Our bodies have skin, and under our skin are muscles, tendons, and bones. We call the collection and structure of the bones a skeleton," I try to explain, obviously flustered trying to keep up with her.
"I have skin and bones and muscles."
"Yes," I say, kind of relieved. I mean, she's two-and-a-half. She gets it.
"And intestines."
Huh?
"I have intestines." She rubs her abdomen.
The next book waiting for me (she's waiting for me) after I write this post is about ancient history.
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