This morning, over breakfast, my 7 year old grandson said:
"Do you know why I am scared to lose my pencil, Mama?
Because if I lose my pencil, then I cannot answer the test
If I cannot answer the test, I will have a bad grade
If I get a bad grade, I won't graduate
If I don't graduate, I won't have a diploma
Then no diploma means I cannot find work
No work means no money
No money means I won't be able to get a girlfriend
No girlfriend so that means no wife
No wife, no children
Then I will be all alone.
And sad
And sadness becomes depression
Too much depression will make me sick
And when I get really sick, I will die
So I really take care not to lose my pencil.
So there, Mama. Now you know why I am scared to lose my pencil."
I have no idea where he got this kind of logic. It left me speechless.
This kid is an old soul trapped in a child's body. Seriously.
