My daughter is an empiricist.

I've noticed an interesting habit my daughter has of refusing to believe me if I correct her pronunciation. For example, on a show she was watching they talked about telescopes. Poppet heard "tele-spoke" and will not, for love or money, believe me when I tell her that's not right. Apparently she only believes the evidence of her own ears. Well.... no history-changing scientific breakthroughs for her, I think! (I learned in one of my philosophy classes that people like Galileo and Newton were actually NOT empirical at all, like some people like to believe, and that if you think about it, none of their assumptions made sense based on observation and conventional wisdom. They were all leaps of logic. Shame on me for already forgetting the term that's the opposite of "empiricist."

As brilliant as my children are, they have not yet developed any kind of understanding of logic. For me this means rather frustrating conversations on a daily basis. My daughter's argument style is to simply say "because (restatement of position here)." My son is more straightforward, and therefore easier to deal with. He doesn't attempt to use any sort of logic syntax and goes straight for "no I don't want to!" I like their concept (or lack thereof) of cause and effect, too. They seem to be the same thing.

Me: Why did you do that??
Child: Because I did it.
Me: But why???
Child: Because that's what I did. ??

Tonight, while I was tucking him into bed, Blue Eyes reminded me that someday he will be a daddy and have the priesthood, and it got me thinking. Yes, someday he will be taller than me, and independent, and no way would he let me tuck him into bed. (Obviously, this made me rather melacholy.) I told him I'm excited to see him grown up because I know he'll make a really good daddy someday (to which he laughed the most delightful "mommy complimented me" kind of laugh *heartthrob*) but that when he's all grown up I'll miss him being little like he is now. Then he snuggled up to me in the most endearing way. This is what makes all those mess-cleaning, disobedience-punishing, "I-don't-like-you-mommy-leave-me-alone" days worth the price.

So what gets you through when they're teenagers??

The Dreadful Blank Page

This post is the equivalent of the phrase "testing, testing." There will be no content. Nothing to interest. It is a cypher. A place-holder. A note with no meaning.

But I'll write more tomorrow. :)