slice of life

[sabine]

Emi: *bumps her arm on a chair and complains that it hurts*
Me: *gives a hug* Well, we could cut it off and put on a new arm.
Emi: NO! I don't want a new arm!
Me: Why not? We could get you a robot arm.
Emi: No! There's blood and stuff inside my arm and it would get all over the place.
Me: That's very practical, Bug.
Emi: Anyway, robot arms don't have joints and have claws at the end. It wouldn't work.
Me: Well, we could get you a robot arm that has joints.
Emi: No, those don't exist in this dimension.
Me: Well, we could go to the other dimension and get one.
Emi: No, we can't! We don't have a wormhole!
Me: Huh. Well, we could make a wormhole.
Emi: No, Momma. Only scientists long long long long time ago could make wormholes.
Me: Well, I'm a scientist.
Emi: No, you're not. You used to be a scientist.
Me: I am so. I work with computers doing computer science. And computer science is basically making a wormhole.
Emi: Well, we couldn't make a wormhole right now.
Me: Bug, if you want to make this our project, we can totally work on making a wormhole.
Emi: Okay. Can I have a drink of water now?

 

So, to recap: my daughter knows about extra-dimensional travel, that it's done through wormholes, and that only ancient scientists (probably Atlanteans) could make them. Also, that Momma inherited her grandpa's tendency to answer overreactions to injury with amputation. This is a typical evening in our household.


Yay!