Momnesia

Morning Meditations

We're driving to Emmie's school this morning just after 7 a.m. The sky was bright, the result of clouds diffusing the sun's light, but the sun was still low on the horizon...

Emmie: "I think it's sun-times!"
Me: "It is sun-times. Look over there and you can see that the sun is coming up."
Emmie (peering out the passenger's side window, down Central Avenue): "I see it! He waked up! ...I wanna gib him a hug."
Me: "Me, too... but, you know, we can't really hug the sun, because the sun is made of fire."
Emmie (thinking): "He gon' burn us?"
Me (giggling): "It's nothing personal."
Emmie: "An' we gon' be fire?"
Me: "Probably."
Emmie (dreamily, in a way that kind of freaks me out): "An da cars gon' be fire... an' da gas gon' be fire... an' da road gon' be fire... an' da home gon' be fire..."
Me: "Mmmhmm..."
Emmie: but he don't hab no faces."
Me: "Who - the sun?"
Emmie (sadly): "Yeah..."
Me (chuckling): "No, the sun doesn't really have a face, honey. We just draw one on it to give it personality."
Emmie (nodding as though she knows what the word 'personality' means): An' so he can eat.
Me (sniggering): "Um, maybe, but what would the sun eat?"
Emmie (frowning cutely): Um... um... OH! I know! Sunflowers!