Last night I had an amazing summer conversation with my daughter, Eva, outside under the pines.
Correction: it was a listening session. A single, unending stream of thought (less one addition from me) where I realized my baby girl is much less baby and far more girl.
But I’m sure in both our minds it will be remembered as a conversation, because we experienced it together.
We were playing a game my Daddy and I made up when I was little called It’s Like When, in which one person says a word and the second person has to give a real life application of that word without using the word specifically.
Her word was “forest.”
Apparently my answer of, “It’s like when you’re surrounded by trees,” wasn’t good enough.
“No, Dad,” she corrected.
“It’s like animals everywhere. Rabbits and deer. But we don’t shoot them. Only Popop shoots deer because he likes to eat them. We only eat animals when we eat Cheeseburgers.”
“Those are cows.” (My one addition).
“Ew. Gross. Yeah, and we don’t shoot cows too much. If there are no cows, then there’s no milk. And if there’s no milk, there’s no cereal. And can you imagine life without cereal? I can’t. I mean, what would we even eat?”
I have no idea.
So there you have it, a true Dwight Schrute-ism á la Evangeline Hopper:
Forest equals cereal.