We got back from Europe a few days ago.

Yesterday, Max came home from Cordi Camp with a cup of dirt and three worms. Karolina said he’d been playing in the dirt and the worms when she picked him up. I told him we have to put the worms back. “Why?”, he asked. Always why.

Last night, during dinner (Austrian dumplings for dessert!), Max’s foot fell asleep. I told him what it meant and why he must move, that a man who ignored that had paralysis in that limb for the rest of his life.

“When I go to sleep, is my whole body like that?”‘

It took me a moment to understand what he meant. Then I laughed at the beauty of it. Who thinks like that? I’m so programmed that I didn’t even understand him at first.

So I explained that “my XXX fell asleep” is a figure of speech, and how my mother sometimes called it pins-and-needles instead.