I went downstairs to get some laundry sorted out the other day… I couldn’t have been gone more than 15 minutes. When I got back upstairs, I found this:
Me: Um… what the hell is all this, then?
She: They’re stepping stones.
Me: *incredulously* They are?!
She: Yes. I need them so I won’t get burned by the lava.
Me: What lava?
She: From the avalanche.
Me: Do you mean, volcano?
She: No. The avalanche made all the lava fall off the mountain.
Me: Well, lava comes out of volcanoes. It spews. *makes spewing motion with hands* It shoots up out the top, and the molten rock from inside the earth flows down the sides. That’s lava. It’s the hottest stuff we can find. It can burn everything in it’s path… very hot.
She: *looks at me like I’m a plain idiot* I know. That’s why I need the stepping stones.
Me: *le sighing* Just pick them all up, okay? Books aren’t meant for walking on, you know.
She: I will. But then I’ll have to sit on the couch for the rest of the day.
Me: Well, if you must, you must.
(I suppose that’s a good way to keep her still and quiet.)
Do books ever serve other purposes in your house?!
They ALL love to play that, don’t they?! Heh.
I often find books and magazines to escape the lava and occasionally pillows and yoga mats. I hate finding the pillows on the floor as we have cats so I am ok with the yoga mats and books in that case.
I refuse to walk on either and enjoy walking in the lava I tell them, I am Supermom and lava can’t get me!
Seriously! I KNOW!! It’s just so… I don’t even know. Little weirdos.
What is it with the godforsaken LAVA. Will is the same – everything is to escape the lava….. I love the stepping stones though….:)