One of the perks of being three years old, from what I can tell, is the lack of artifical boundaries.
For example, I spent a good 20 minutes cleaning poptarts out of the treadmill last night.
Poptarts
Treadmill
These things don't go together in my head, but maybe there's just an artificial boundary between them. To Lanham, the question is not "why would you combine them?" but rather "why wouldn't you?" It makes great crumbs, a royal mess AND breaks expensive machinery. All good things.
(I got in a little trouble for laughing at this- apparently that gives permission and a bad response- "Mommy, it's not BAD, it's FUNNY.")
I'm noticing several such juxapositions, hanging out with him. Putting dinosaurs in a cattle truck, drinking soapy water in the sink, standing on the toilet paper. Maybe these things that seem so common sense are actually drilled into our heads as artificial lines in the sand.
It's a bit like traveling, I guess. You show up in a new country and have only a general sense of what's going on. I can't judge- I wore African lingerie in Madagascar for two weeks until someone told me differently.
Lingerie
Public
Didn't go together in their heads, but made perfect sense to me.
Such a fuzzy boundary between society and our minds.
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