Friday, October 1, 2010

Lost In Translation..

We seem to have a lot of historical conversations around our home. By that I simply mean that we discuss history, a lot. Morgan really became “into it” after we read the book I Sailed With Christopher Columbus. He just seemed to really fall into the book and loved every minute of it. 
They also ask a lot of questions about Benjamin Franklin, Bunker Hill, and other various key points from the Revolutionary War. For instance, at dinner last night Morgan says, “I have two questions. One, why did Benjamin Franklin like to talk in riddles so much? Two, what did the Emperor on Mulan mean when he said, ‘No matter how hard the wind blows the mountain will never bend.’?” 
I tend to take conversations like that in stride, even if I’m unable to answer it. Mr S, on the other hand tends to sit there dumbfounded. It isn’t the questions that never cease to amaze him, or even the answers to the questions. More, it’s the melding of the questions. As in, why did Morgan want to know about Ancient China & Early America. The key there was that both people spoke in riddle, you know.. in case you didn’t catch on there, which I’m sure you did..
This morning while riding home from dropping Mr S at the ferry Morgan began his morning brigade of questions. Now listen, I know that sounds a bit like a complaint, and while I’m grateful my children are inquisitive and have the constant yearning to know more.. there are days when I just have to beg them for “no more questions for the next thirty minutes, Please! I beg you, or my head will explode and I’ll get so cranky we’ll have to run away from home to escape it!”  But I digress..
The point is, this morning Morgan, his mind still on the Revolutionary War, said, “Mom, are Australia and England the same country?” I debated even answering that question because he can easily name all 7 continents. He fully understands that Australia is it’s own country, but it dawned on me that what he was really struggling with in this situation was the ruling of a country. And, let’s be honest, who doesn’t?
So I said, “No, they aren’t.”  Before I have a minute to debate how to explain this he says, “I don’t understand, I thought they were.” At which point I’m slightly annoyed for being cut off. It’s a pet peeve I have, being interrupted just throws my brain into a muddle and thus I despise being interrupted.
“Morgan, you know that Australia it’s own country just like England is. That’s why Nana has to have an English passport when she goes back to visit her family.”
“Oh, but I thought...”
I decide to cut him off, which is probably why my children have this habit, “No, England is it’s own country on  another continent. They are, however, governed or ruled by the same person.”
“Oh, I just thought they were kinda the same because of the Queen.”
“They aren’t, in fact did you know that back when Australia was first discovered England use to send the people they would normally lock up in jail here?”
I don’t even have a moment to smile at my ingenious way of sneaking in a pinch of Australian history before he starts up again. Only, this time there’s complete alarm in his voice, “WHAT! Oh my word, we’re in jail? Australia is just one big jail? Mom, we’re in jail?” 
I sigh, but do I get the chance to reply? No, of course not because now Jayden is giddy with something between excitement and fright. It’s not that the scarier things in life bug Jayden. They don’t. No, this child can easily chase down a wild animal with no second thought to it, but go alone to the laundry room? That’s like top of the line torture! So he wasn’t really frightened, but more like in awe as he says, “Wow, so we’re in jail! It’s not so bad you know.” 


Phyllis said...

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Phyllis said...

I forgot to add the link.

Tracey said...

Kendra, your kiddos really do say some funny things! I hope you are keeping a book.