Today we continue our occasional service from Little Blog, in which she provides logical definitions for illogical terminology, brand names and concepts. Her big sister, Sunshine, once again collaborates, to add her 9 years of wisdom.
This time, Little Blog’s Little Definitions of the Week follow a social media theme, ranging from MySpace to Facebook:
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Now Little Blog has a problem with mainstream medicine. Clearly, in her view, the profession is covering up the terrible symptoms that are beginning to emerge for well-known illnesses.
“Daddy, have I had an injection for chicken’s pop?” she asks.
Dad: “No, Little Blog, why do you ask?”
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First it was Einstein; now it’s Pythagoras and Euclid who come under Little Blog’s critical scrutiny. Geometry as we know it is just not ambitious enough for her world view.
It is that time of morning at nursery school when parents get to spend a little time with their children before class begins, and Little Blog is showing Dad some of the posters on the wall. He stops at one that shows the four key shapes little children are taught.
“What are these shapes called, Little Blog?” Dad asks.
Little Blog is utterly bored with the question, but indulges Dad and identifies the square, circle, rectangle and triangle. Then she sighs:
The holidays are now far behind us, but Little Blog’s mind is still travelling. She gazes wistfully at the sky as a jet leaves a long, white streak across the blue expanse. Then one of those numerous random thoughts flies across her mind:
“Daddy, do you know why God made the sky so big?”
Dad: “No, Little Blog. Do you?”
Little Blog is home from holidays at last, and can’t wait to play with her dog again. But first, she must give him his food and water. She watches intently as he drinks from his bowl. Then she turns those big eyes to Mom:
“Mommy, how do dogs work?”
She should be used to those questions by now, but for a few moments Mom is speechless, caught between astonishment and holding back a gale of laughter. Then she regains her composure.
“What do you mean, Little Blog?”
