One of the words my son has picked up via all our reading about animals, past and present, is adaptation. One of the things he does when he's digesting the things he learns about is he takes new concepts to Silly Willy, a planet born of his imagination, where things happen on his terms and according to his time line. As a person who comes from the planet Silly Willy, he has the benefit of many experiences that the rest of us do not.
Yesterday, we were making the "long" drive from playgroup to home and Maddie was shivering from cold. She had downed a slushie from Sonic and informed me that she was turning blue. So I offered to turn up the heater in the car.
That's when Kaman started hollering, "No! Don't! I'm adapting!!!"
He was huddled in the corner of the back seat, also cold. But he insisted that the ride home was long enough he'd be able to adapt to the cold by... I don't know, growing hair on his chest or something to keep him warm.
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Maybe with a little faith, trust and pixie dust...but I'm sure that isn't how things work on planet Silly Willy.
That must be quite a drive home from playgroup, though!
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