The other day Roger, Kyle and Evan were playing on the third floor. Roger said he thought he heard a storm.
Kyle said, “no I think it’s an airplane sound, buddy.”
Roger said: “Oh, an airplane coming for Nina on the third floor.”
Toddler logic is so magical. Or lack of logic. Or logic mixed with unbridled curiosity and imagination and a total lack of social norms or boundaries.
I guess Roger was thinking about how planes are up high, Nina lives in the highest room of our house, she came to us on a plane. Problem solved.