Its funny how our children can bring to surface so many memories of our own childhood. I remember thinking that if someone broke their arm or leg it actually "broke" off. And I had a friend who thought that mountains were just really tall trees.
My littlest (age 4, whom I'll refer to by her middle name) and I had another "time for bed and I'm gonna get deep with you, Mom" conversation last night...
Blue: "What if the earth broke into a bunch of pieces?"
Me: "Well, we would probably spin off into space and die."
(some of you might think she is too young to be talked to so bluntly about death but its been an ongoing conversation, initiated by her, since she was 3 and her grandfather died.)
Blue: "So how do the houses on the bottom of the earth not fall off?"
Me: "Remember, gravity keeps us and our homes pulled to the earth so we won't fall off."
Blue: "I'm glad I don't live down there!!"
She certainly makes me think. And laugh.

Me, 1976.