Without any ado, I bring to you the latest installment of the wit and wisdom of a 3 year old.
Setting: My car, of course
K: Hey Mama, a jet plane!
Me: I see. It's Southwest. Remember, the orange and blue planes?
For those of you wondering why I feel the need to teach my daughter the airline, it's simple. I'm hoping one day at pre-school, while outside on the playground, a plane will fly over and her intelligence will stun every adult in earshot. I can hear it now...Look, Mrs. Smith! A plane, Southwest, a Boeing 737. You know they have the 737 market cornered, Mrs. Smith?...They will be astounded. They will not believe a princess loving, fancy girl could possess such knowledge.
K: It's really high...I hope it doesn't run into the sun.
Me: Why? What would happen?
I'm just checking to see what knowledge she has on the sun...seemingly, very little.
K: The plane would wake the sun up. And then the sun would drop all the people from the plane down to the road. And that wouldn't be good.
Me: Well, you're right. That certainly wouldn't be good.
So there you have it. Generally, you see the sun depicted as a happy go lucky fellow, always wearing a smile. Clearly, K views the hot ball of plasma in a different light.