rock logic

Dennis and Chloe were playing together tonight with his Fisher Price construction toys. In this particular structure, boulders fall through trap doors and into trucks. Chloe announced that the red trap door was going to be the potty for the construction workers. This freaked Dennis out, and he told her repeatedly that the door was for boulders only and was NOT, in fact, a potty. He got more and more adamant, and she just calmly replied, each time, "no, it's a potty." Instead of blowing a gasket, Dennis came running to me to tell me that she was playing wrong, so we had one of those conversations about everyone playing differently and about creativity and getting along and blah blah blah...you get the picture. And then I posed this question: what if the BOULDERS needed to go potty?(because I like to pose weird theories like that occasionally to spark a reaction and induce outside-the-box thinking). Without missing a beat, he gave me that 'oh, Mom' look and said "boulders don't have penises." And he's right. And I have nothing else to add, other than to mention the extreme party anticipation. I finished the cake (pictured above) BEFORE midnight, so I let him get out of bed to come and see it. His face just shone, lit up by a tremendous smile, and he said "it looks wonderful" and hugged me and said "thank you, Mommy!". As I carried him back to bed, he thanked me for getting him out of bed to see it, and then said "I prayed to Jesus to help me talk to Chloe right." He's awful mature for almost four!