Downtown

We were headed downtown this weekend while Uncle Bob was visiting.   The adults were talking away, like we always do, and the children were talking away, like they always do too.   We talk on top of each other a lot and do a decent bit of interrupting all around (something we need to work on as a family) when my children had an interesting observation.

My daughter said, “wait, do we live in a town?”   We told her we lived in a city, not a town.   We explained how a town was smaller and a city was bigger.   We gave her a lot more information than she needed because her question was triggered by something we said: “we’re going downtown.”

My son asked if we lived in a city, why it was called ‘downtown’.   It’s one of those very logical child questions about terminology or language we don’t even see as adults.   We tried saying, ‘downcity’ and all agreed ‘downtown’ sounded nicer.

I love how children see the world without filters.

The Big Boy Tiny Girl Zoo:  There was a lot of commotion upstairs this morning.   There were multiple children visiting from other houses.   We didn’t have any idea what was going on until my husband went upstairs and took a picture of the zoo they’d made in their room.