The child is suffering from a glitch in her soundtrack. She asks ad nauseam, “what’s that noise? What’s that noise?” about every unusual sound she hears, from the tick of a clock to the distant roar of an airplane. We oblige her curiosity and have learned that “I don’t know” is never an acceptable answer.
Tonight I decided to test her abstract thinking skills and posed a common conundrum of arm chair philosophers everywhere.
Me: If a tree falls in the forest, and no one is around, does it make a sound?
The Child: can I see it?
Me: No. No one can see the tree fall. Does it make a noise when it falls?
Her: Yes.
Me: Why?
Her: Because it does!
Ah, the impeccable logic of a three year old!
I suggest that a university be named after this precocious child. God knows George and his vapid, soporific “philosophizing” didn’t deserve it.
I definitely agree! She has more sense.