Here’s a glimpse inside the way Eliza’s mind works: We were walking back to the car today from a quick visit to the pool and some swimming. She was carrying her bucket, which is covered in pictures of Disney princesses. Suddenly, she stops in the parking lot, and stares at the shadows of the two of us on the asphalt.
“What’s up, Eliza?”
“Daddy…there are no princesses in the shadow. But there are princesses on the bucket!”
“Yep, that’s pretty weird, Eliza. That’s just how shadows work.”
“Hmmm. Okay.”
Seemed safer than trying to explain the properties of light to her.
