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Every night, after story time is over and Owen is tucked into bed, he will generally roll around and talk: about nothing and everything and a few things here and there. Some days he’ll chat me up nonstop for a full 10 minutes. Other days it’s much less; a sentence or two as he’s starting to drift off.
I think it’s his way of emptying his brain before he falls asleep.
On the night we read “Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs” which he had brought from his school library that day, he was more thoughtful, and I thought maybe he had drifted off without much to say.
But just before I got up to leave, he said, You know, Mom, the people of Chewandswallow didn’t need to leave.
Why not? I asked. They seemed to be overrun with too much heavy food. That huge pancake even covered the school!
Well, he replied. If they had put a huge grinder over the town, they wouldn’t have had to leave. All the food that fell from the sky would have gone into the grinder, and it would break it up into little pieces, and then they could have stayed in the town instead of having to move.
My kid, the engineer.