Today we were driving home from Brooklyn on the Belt Parkway and the kid and I were admiring the clouds on what seemed to be the nicest day, weather-wise, in about 2,768 days. She says to me, "How did God create the sky?". I went completely blank and couldn't muster up any answer whatsoever. So I asked her to use her imagination and tell me how she thinks it was created. We went through ideas of marshmallows, food coloring, water paints, angel tears and so on. She finally brought up the fact that the blue must come from the water on land because that's how the rain falls. While she was on the right track, she's four, and couldn't elaborate on how the water actually gets up there to begin with. So we thought for a while.
"Eureka!" she says, "there must be an invisible pipe that goes from the ocean to the clouds letting the water up until the clouds get too full and it rains." I was amazed at how logical that seemed. This is the most well thought out, creative, answer I've ever heard her put together, ever. All of a sudden, she hit's me with intelligence beyond her years and beyond my imagination.
"Actually Mom, the pipe must be the color of the sky otherwise we'd see the water on it's way up".
That sentence has been playing over and over in my head all afternoon. I'm just amazed.
