You never how the story will go.
In a cloudy Saturday afternoon, DoDo sits at the bedstand and asks me to get ready: She is starting our rocket now, as the Captain.
"Sit well! Now I start engine! We are outing of the earth! It is very noisy. Too-too-too-TOO!"
Well, a very old fashioned rocket we are on, obviously. Must be in an old tractor shape.
"Be careful! Too-too-TOO!" More complicated actions from her feet. "We go up. Now I'll use the brake... We are lowing now... Up again!' This machine is much more functional advanced than it sounds.
"We are out of earth now~ Up and up... Too-too-too...Be careful... We are out of earth again. We need to get out earth twice so that we can see them..."
"Who?"
"THEM."
"Who are THEM?"
"The Shells. They are all colorful: Red, green, blue, yellow, pink, orange, brown... and transparent red, transparent green, transparent blue, transparent yellow, transparent pink, transparent orange, transparent brown... And Mickey Mouses. They are also living here. That dark shaddow over there, you see? That's from Mickey Mouses."
All sounds really great, the outer space.
The other day we are talking about 'Who can fly?' I can see she realy likes the game. Because later on she asks me: "Can we talke about 'who can fly' again?"
The game becomes very interesting after we count up all the regular things: All birds, butterflys, dragonflys, planes, kites, baloons...
At this stage, you will realize how pathetic it is that most of things in this world can't fly. Flying is such a precious gift one can have.
"Doraemon can fly!"
"Ah yes, that's a good answer."
"And the little flying elephant, in Disney."
"Yes, that also counts."
"Leaf."
"ok, when falling in autumn."
"Raindrops."
"Snow."
"Plastic bag."
"Hmm...when wind blows it up." This immediately reminds me that impressive long video of dancing plastic bag in American Beauty. Of course DoDo doesn't know that, but she catches the same theme.
"Wind."
"How about dirt?"
"No, it can't fly."
"But if you count leaf and snow in, dirt should also be in. It floats in the air."
"Ok, dirt's in."
Maybe that's exactly the same reason why kids are always crazy about airplanes.
"Airplanes!!" They will always scream out with joy, pointing up to the sky.
So this autumn the kindergarten outing is unforgetable. They went to a park just beside Pudong airport.
It's such a corrupted park, with a few very smelly goats, donkey, peakcocks without tails, ostrich locked in a broken cage... I guess no one will get into such a park if kindergartens didn't organize the activity.
But this doesn't matter at all. All kids are very exciting. First of all, they are in a unknown place with all friends arround. Plus, airplanes!
Every 5 or 10 minutes, there is such a huge plane sliding overhead, landing to the airport just a few miles west.
"Airplane!!!" They all scream out.
"Airplane!!!!" They scream out again shortly. Even the logo on the plane is so clear.
And it feels so unreal when you see all kids running, chasing, laughing on the ground with a huge plane in the sky as background.
The sky looks gloomy. Seems it is going to rain. I look out of window.
"What are you doing, mama? The rocket will depart soon."
"Sightseeing."
"Ok, then you shall be quick. We are going to depart. But I will wait for you."
"Where are we?"
"Shore. We will leave shortly...But I will wait for you, of course. What do you see outside?"
"Hmmm....Stars...Meteors...They are also colorful, just like firworks we saw before...And I see an alien there."
DoDo doesn't even raise her head, "O, he's from the same class of mine."
Then I realize she means 'work class', because she continues, "He's my colleague."
"What does he do?"
"I don't know. I know him, but I don't know what he does. Why should I know?" So it is really a big company.
"He's also driving a rocket now." She said, "But that one is not his. He borrows it. At the beginning he wants to just ride in a rocket, but he can't find a pilot. There are only policemen arround. So he decides to borrow one and drive it himself. It's more convenient."
"Why policmen can't be the pilot?"
"They are policemen! Of course they can't drive rocket. They can only catch the bad guys, etc!"
There are always many 'why why why'. Some of them are really tough.
The recent one is: Why trains can only run on rails, but can't direclty run on roads while cars can only on roads but not on rails?
This is hard. Especially when she put her argument as her little Thomas can run both on the rails and directly on the floor.
And there are really points in this question. If you put aside all the historical technique limitations, there is really no good reason to just design out a cargo that can only run on rails at the very beginning. And history is not an acceptable answer for a question start with 'Why'.
In such occasions of my failure answers, she will suggest very considerately: Maybe you go and ask your colleagues about that? Then you tell me later.
How does she know that my so called 'at work' is actually just asking questions to backend colleagues and forging out an answer full of false logic but somehow looks very true? Hmmm...
"We will leave. Close the door now."
"Ok, I will close the bedroom door."
She's shocked, "Why do you think here is the door? The door is at our apartment entrance. How can you ride on a rocket without playing a little bit in the living room now and then? And Zz is playing out there now..."
"Well, I thought it is just a plane size."
"A rocket surely is bigger than an airplane....Have you finish your sightseeing?"
"Almost."
"I will also get off now." The pilot suddenly changes her mind, "Let's collect some Shells here. Many many of them. We put them in the bag. Zz needs them as toys."
She starts picking. "Need to clean them." So she hands me a tissue. "I pick. And you clean them."
So in that Saturday afteroon going to rain, we stand on a shore of the space, collect Shells, wipe them clean with a soft tissue and put them back in a big big bag that never exists. Hundreds, thousands of colorful Shells...
In a cloudy Saturday afternoon, DoDo sits at the bedstand and asks me to get ready: She is starting our rocket now, as the Captain.
"Sit well! Now I start engine! We are outing of the earth! It is very noisy. Too-too-too-TOO!"
Well, a very old fashioned rocket we are on, obviously. Must be in an old tractor shape.
"Be careful! Too-too-TOO!" More complicated actions from her feet. "We go up. Now I'll use the brake... We are lowing now... Up again!' This machine is much more functional advanced than it sounds.
"We are out of earth now~ Up and up... Too-too-too...Be careful... We are out of earth again. We need to get out earth twice so that we can see them..."
"Who?"
"THEM."
"Who are THEM?"
"The Shells. They are all colorful: Red, green, blue, yellow, pink, orange, brown... and transparent red, transparent green, transparent blue, transparent yellow, transparent pink, transparent orange, transparent brown... And Mickey Mouses. They are also living here. That dark shaddow over there, you see? That's from Mickey Mouses."
All sounds really great, the outer space.
The other day we are talking about 'Who can fly?' I can see she realy likes the game. Because later on she asks me: "Can we talke about 'who can fly' again?"
The game becomes very interesting after we count up all the regular things: All birds, butterflys, dragonflys, planes, kites, baloons...
At this stage, you will realize how pathetic it is that most of things in this world can't fly. Flying is such a precious gift one can have.
"Doraemon can fly!"
"Ah yes, that's a good answer."
"And the little flying elephant, in Disney."
"Yes, that also counts."
"Leaf."
"ok, when falling in autumn."
"Raindrops."
"Snow."
"Plastic bag."
"Hmm...when wind blows it up." This immediately reminds me that impressive long video of dancing plastic bag in American Beauty. Of course DoDo doesn't know that, but she catches the same theme.
"Wind."
"How about dirt?"
"No, it can't fly."
"But if you count leaf and snow in, dirt should also be in. It floats in the air."
"Ok, dirt's in."
Maybe that's exactly the same reason why kids are always crazy about airplanes.
"Airplanes!!" They will always scream out with joy, pointing up to the sky.
So this autumn the kindergarten outing is unforgetable. They went to a park just beside Pudong airport.
It's such a corrupted park, with a few very smelly goats, donkey, peakcocks without tails, ostrich locked in a broken cage... I guess no one will get into such a park if kindergartens didn't organize the activity.
But this doesn't matter at all. All kids are very exciting. First of all, they are in a unknown place with all friends arround. Plus, airplanes!
Every 5 or 10 minutes, there is such a huge plane sliding overhead, landing to the airport just a few miles west.
"Airplane!!!" They all scream out.
"Airplane!!!!" They scream out again shortly. Even the logo on the plane is so clear.
And it feels so unreal when you see all kids running, chasing, laughing on the ground with a huge plane in the sky as background.
The sky looks gloomy. Seems it is going to rain. I look out of window.
"What are you doing, mama? The rocket will depart soon."
"Sightseeing."
"Ok, then you shall be quick. We are going to depart. But I will wait for you."
"Where are we?"
"Shore. We will leave shortly...But I will wait for you, of course. What do you see outside?"
"Hmmm....Stars...Meteors...They are also colorful, just like firworks we saw before...And I see an alien there."
DoDo doesn't even raise her head, "O, he's from the same class of mine."
Then I realize she means 'work class', because she continues, "He's my colleague."
"What does he do?"
"I don't know. I know him, but I don't know what he does. Why should I know?" So it is really a big company.
"He's also driving a rocket now." She said, "But that one is not his. He borrows it. At the beginning he wants to just ride in a rocket, but he can't find a pilot. There are only policemen arround. So he decides to borrow one and drive it himself. It's more convenient."
"Why policmen can't be the pilot?"
"They are policemen! Of course they can't drive rocket. They can only catch the bad guys, etc!"
There are always many 'why why why'. Some of them are really tough.
The recent one is: Why trains can only run on rails, but can't direclty run on roads while cars can only on roads but not on rails?
This is hard. Especially when she put her argument as her little Thomas can run both on the rails and directly on the floor.
And there are really points in this question. If you put aside all the historical technique limitations, there is really no good reason to just design out a cargo that can only run on rails at the very beginning. And history is not an acceptable answer for a question start with 'Why'.
In such occasions of my failure answers, she will suggest very considerately: Maybe you go and ask your colleagues about that? Then you tell me later.
How does she know that my so called 'at work' is actually just asking questions to backend colleagues and forging out an answer full of false logic but somehow looks very true? Hmmm...
"We will leave. Close the door now."
"Ok, I will close the bedroom door."
She's shocked, "Why do you think here is the door? The door is at our apartment entrance. How can you ride on a rocket without playing a little bit in the living room now and then? And Zz is playing out there now..."
"Well, I thought it is just a plane size."
"A rocket surely is bigger than an airplane....Have you finish your sightseeing?"
"Almost."
"I will also get off now." The pilot suddenly changes her mind, "Let's collect some Shells here. Many many of them. We put them in the bag. Zz needs them as toys."
She starts picking. "Need to clean them." So she hands me a tissue. "I pick. And you clean them."
So in that Saturday afteroon going to rain, we stand on a shore of the space, collect Shells, wipe them clean with a soft tissue and put them back in a big big bag that never exists. Hundreds, thousands of colorful Shells...
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