That Boys and I were watching Toy Story last night. If you haven't seen it, or haven't seen it in awhile, it's great. Holds up very well after some ten years. We got to a point where Woody asks the magic 8 ball a question.
Philip says, "That's a bowling ball, right, Daddy."
You rarely want your kid to operate on incorrect information. You want them to have the proper knowledge when they observe the world.
That's not to say their imagination should be stifled. Two sticks can be an airplane. One stick can be a rocket. Our living room carpet can be water with our couch cushion acting as rafts. As of this moment, Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy are still real. That's all pretend, and very important and fine.
But there's a difference when it comes to them accurately trying to categorize the world around them. They do want, and need, to know that a fork is a fork sometimes.
"Well, not exactly. It's a funny toy called a magic 8 Ball."
"What is it?"
"Well... That's what it is... Uh, you ask it questions, and... It gives you some kind of answer..."
Philip saved me from having to explain what exactly is the use of this toy by repeating my own description, "It's a funny toy, Daddy."
"Yeah, it's a funny toy." I say, assuring him and smiling to myself.
But it got me thinking, why is it an 8-ball? Why not a 6-ball? Or a magic cue ball?
Some questions are unanswerable. It's a funny world.