There are some questions for which I have no answers. And with a 5-year-old about the house, the list of those unanswerable questions grows daily.
We don’t have a house full of fancy furniture, but AD and I go to a lot of trouble to teach Sean to respect what we have so that it might become ingrained in his being to respect the property of others as well as public property. We think this is important and wish deeply that everyone held the same view.
Since the sippy cup era, we’ve repeatedly asked Sean not to set his drink down on the wooden coffee tables because “water and wood don’t mix”. Likewise, if there is a spill on the hardwood floors, we tell him to see to it quickly because “water and wood don’t mix.” When liquid sits on wood, bad things happen.
This morning, Sean got up early to ride his bike. When he came in all red-faced and glistening from the morning sun, he said he thought some lemonade would be “refreshant!” I told him I thought that lemonade was great idea and that he should make some.
I got out the pitcher, the lemonade mix and a wooden spoon. I gave him some direction and then tried to not take over.
He did a great job. He could be destined to own a lemonade stand. Or at least to make lemonade when life hands him Country Time Lemonade mix.
After he stirred up the lemonade, he pulled the wooden spoon out of the pitcher, licked it and then held it up.
“Mom,” he said thoughtfully, “I thought water and wood don’t mix.”
I didn’t quite know where he was going with this, so I looked at him and raised my eyebrows hoping for more information.
“Then why are there wooden spoons?” he asked pointing the spoon at me.
That’s a good question, I told him. A very good question.
“I don’t know the answer to that one,” I confessed, “but I like the way you think.”