Loaded the Daughter-of-Eve in the car this morning (two and half years old, mind you) and the gigantic bird dropping on the driver-side window did not escape her attention.
Daughter-of-Eve: Daddy, look, Mommy put her gum on the window.
Myself: Well, that’s an interesting hypothesis, but I think that there is bird poop.
Daughter-of-Eve: No! It’s Mommy’s gum!
Myself: No, I think it’s bird poop. Birds poop in the air and sometimes it lands on car windows.
Daughter-of-Eve: No, Daddy! It’s not bird poop, it’s Mommy’s gum.
UPDATE: Well, this scientist has got to eat crow. I just spoke to the mommy whose gum was purportedly stuck to the window and indeed she corroborated the Daughter-of-Eve’s testimony, which was no mere hypothesis but a firsthand account of something she herself witnessed. Mommy did in fact attempt to discard a chewed piece of white gum which did in fact stick to the window, becoming smeared in a very bird-poop-like fashion when she attempted to roll the window down to remove said piece of gum!
I hope you apologized to daughter of Eve.
Not asking how the gum ended up on the window though.
Yup. And now I’ll never doubt her word again.
And I’ll never take bird poop on the window at face value again either.
Which proves that kids are smarter than we give them credit for being, because the alternative (that we aren’t as smart as we would like to think we are) is just really sad and frightening.
Yuh-huh. It’s pretty humbling to be outwitted by a toddler. And it happens to me on a regular basis.