Last night, my daughter was playing with her gun, shooting off bullets everywhere. One bullet fell into the tiny gap between the wall and the bed. She wanted to retrieve it, but the bed was too heavy to move. It was pretty late and I was at wits-end, trying to put her to sleep. So I promised her that we would pick it the next day. She cried for 10 minutes straight.
ME: Seriously! Can you please stop?
SHE: How would you feel if you were a newborn abandoned in a dark room full of dust?
ME: Eh? What?
SHE: The bullet is new to this house. (its a new toy)
ME: So?
SHE: It would feel very lonely!
ME: Gawd! Do you even know the difference between living and non-living things?
SHE: Yes.
ME: So is the bullet living or non-living?
SHE: Living!
ME: I gotta talk to your teacher!
SHE: Germs are everywhere! Germs are living things. I am sure there are germs on the bullet too!
ME: Err..!
SHE: The germs were in the fancy toy shop before! They’re used to that.. Now they’re in the dark gap full of dust. They must be really sad.
ME: Hmm..
SHE: So remember.. Non-living things may appear to be non-living, but are actually not!
ME: Okay.. Never thought of that.. Thanks for letting me know!
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