Little Blog comes bouncing into the house after school.
“Mom I’ve got great news for you!” She shouts.
“What is it, Little Blog?”
“Tomorrow it’s spring!”
Mom: “That’s right, Little Blog.”
Little Blog: “And tomorrow is the perfect day for it to be Spring.”
Mom: “Why, Little Blog?”
Little Blog: “Because it’s Saturday. So that means we will all be together at home.”
Mom: “We were all together last Saturday. What will we do differently tomorrow?”
Little Blog: “I think we’ll start planting flowers and vegetables and paint the house and…”
Dad is thoroughly alarmed.
“All this on the first day of Spring?” he asks.
Little Blog thinks about it for a moment.
“Okay, one day we’ll plant flowers, the next day we’ll plant a vegetable patch, the next day we will do painting.”
Dad breathes a sigh of relief.
But Little Blog isn’t done yet: “Mom, when flowers bend down, does it mean they’re dying?”
Mom: “No, Little Blog, it means they’re thirsty.”
Little Blog: “So that means you must give them water. So Dad, we will also water all the plants every day.”
Dad: ”And what else, Little Blog?”
Little Blog: “I don’t know yet. I’ll tell you later. I’m going outside for a while.”

(Dad thinks it’s going to be a long, long Spring.)

It’s crisis time. Little Blog’s big sister, Sunshine, found a wishbone in her chicken piece earlier today, and got to make a wish. To make matters worse, she broke the wishbone as part of her wish! Little Blog does not stop complaining about this terrible waste of a wish.
Even while she’s digging into a bag of potato chips, she does not stop.
And then she suddenly goes silent. News crews are alerted: Little Blog has come up with an idea.
After a deep, meaningful silence, she turns to Mom.
“Mommy, do I have to use a wishbone if I want to make a wish?”
Mom: “No, of course not, Little Blog.”
Little Blog: “Can I use a chip that’s folded over?”
Mom: “Sure, if you want to, Little Blog.”
Little Blog’s face lights up with one of her big, beautiful smiles.
Mom: “Why are you so happy about that, Little Blog?”
Little Blog: “Because look! I’ve got a bag full of wishing chips!”

Little Blog is having birth issues. She is very worried about her status in life before she arrived in the world.
It all began when she was questioning her big sister, Sunshine, about her past. Sunshine, she suspects, has been getting an unfair advantage. Her suspicions are confirmed when her sister mentions a holiday about six years ago when their Granny accompanied the family.
Little Blog turns to Mom in dismay.
“Where was I?”
Mom: “You weren’t even born.”
Little Blog: “But I must have been waiting somewhere.”
Mom: “Why, Little Blog?”
Little Blog: “Otherwise who would have been there to cuddle you?”
Mom: “Sunshine was there, of course.”
Little Blog: “But that’s not fair!”
Mom: “Why not?”
Little Blog: “Because before Sunshine was born I didn’t get a chance to cuddle you, but she got a chance to cuddle you before I was born.”
Mom: That’s just how it works if you aren’t there yet, Little Blog.”
Little Blog: “I don’t believe you.”
Mom: Why not?”
Little Blog: “Because I remember waiting to come down to you. So I was somewhere!”

Little Blog believes economics is for the birds. Or at least, that birds do have a productive role to play in our financial system.
“Sunshine, I worked out how birds make money,” she tells her big sister after breakfast one morning.
Sunshine is more interested in the science of it than the economics: “How did you work that out, Little Blog?” she asks.
Little Blog: “It’s easy. I watched Dad throw out the bread crumbs for the birds.”
Dad is baffled: “So how do birds make money, Little Blog?”
Little Blog: “Well, they don’t always make money from it.”
Dad: “When do they make money from it, Little Blog?”
Little Blog: “It’s when the bread crumbs are hard.”
Dad: “What happens when the bread crumbs are hard?”
Little Blog: “Then the birds eat the crumbs, and it breaks their teeth. Then the bird fairy comes and gives them money for their teeth. That’s how they get money to buy things.”

“Daddy, what was it like in the olden days?” asks Little Blog one fine 21st Century morning.
“Well, Little Blog, it depends how olden you mean,” Dad replies, wondering if he really looks THAT old.
“I mean like in those old photos, Daddy,” pointing at a wall decorated with old family photos.
Dad: “Some of them were from when I was a child, Little Blog, but most are from long before that.”
Little Blog: “Is it from when your mommy and daddy and their mommies and daddies were children?”
Dad: “That’s right, Little Blog.”
Little Blog gazes at the photos in wonder, then pops the unexpected but inevitable question:
“Daddy, in the olden days, was there colour in the world?”