Fog
This morning Raimi and I were quietly eating breakfast (me: Cracklin’ Oat Bran + Mini Wheats; him: Fruity Pebbles, with a fork) and looking out the window. It was extremely foggy outside. Our conversation went like this:
“Look how foggy it is out there today.”
“We could use a machine to eat it up.”
“There’s a machine that gets rid of fog?”
He nodded. “Yeah we have one.”
I immediately thought of this poem, which I love. I wonder if it’s common, for kids to assume there are machines that can deal with any kind of environmental issue that they think needs altering.