From the archives: our daughter at 2
Yesterday was a downright chilly day with a high of 40*F., and rainy too. Our lone resident frog in our pond still sang his lovely tune, albeit much more slowly. I took our daughter outside to hear it and to see if she had noticed the difference.
“It’s cold out here, so the frog is slowing down. It means he’s not putting so much energy into his calls,” I told her. “He’s got to save his energy because he’s cold-blooded, baby.”
“No, Mama, he’s not cold-blooded. He’s ectothermic.”
Dang, but you gotta love Montessori! She’s five, and I had to go and look up the word to see if she was correct. (She was.)
Happy Earth Day.