So my girls are at dance class last night and I'm driving around doing errands with my son, who is 4. (Sorry I always feel the need to mention that but you never know when somebody's reading for the first time ;)). Anyway, I'm waiting at a red light to take a left, when I see an ambulance coming in my rear view mirror. "Daddy has to get out of the way of the ambulance," I say.
"Where is the ambulance going?" he asks.
"I don't know," I say, "Maybe somebody is hurt."
"Is it coming to me?" he asks.
"No," I say, "You're not hurt. It's not coming to you."
"Not to me," he says. "Hey, to me or not to me!"
"That is the question," I finish.
"No Daddy," he corrects me, "I didn't say to *be* or not to *be*, I'm saying to *me* or not to *me*. It only *sounds* like Shakespeare."
I don't want my children to grow up too fast, of course, but man I can't wait until they actually get to study this stuff for real. I'm dying to see how it turns out.