The other day I was hanging out with Rose, her mate, and her nephew. The nephew is 3, I’m going to call him Rocketman. We went off on a long drive and Rose was teaching him how to figure out what words rhyme. Tunnel and funnel, dog and frog. My favourite was necklace and fishface. The endless string of questions that kids of this age ask start to be presented in rhyme which is a weird twist. I like turning the questions around on him, especially when it feels like he’s asking for the sake for asking ‘But WHY, Sarah?’… ‘Why do you think?’ Sometimes you get great answers.
Sometimes the questions are too damn good to answer. Rocketman asks ‘Does wee pee kill zombies?’ Aw man. I hope so, kid. That would make surviving the apocalypse a whole lot more manageable. It’s all down to finding a drink.
I’m still sick. Hope your week is going better.