My daughters have been a true font of impeccable logic lately. Yesterday, my oldest daughter startled me with the revelation that she was a compatibilist. Today, my youngest daughter (4 year-old) demonstrated her own reasoning skills.
At breakfast this morning, she proudly showed me the painting she’d made at pre-school the day before. I told her that is was absolutely wonderful, of course, even though I had no idea what I was looking at, and I asked her to tell me about it.
“Oh, those are deciduous trees,” she said.
Now, I love it when little kids throw down words like “deciduous.” When I was four, I think I was still working on “bus.” So, wanting to see how much she actually knew about deciduous trees, I asked her if she knew what the other kind of trees are called.
“Evergreen trees,” she said quickly.
Okay, she’s got that one covered. And at this point she had just about taxed my grasp of tree lore. But, I had one question left.
“What makes deciduous trees different from evergreen trees?”
Looking at me with all the pity that four-year-old eyes can muster, she said, “Um, they’re called deciduous.”
I know when I’m beaten.