A couple of days before Alice’s birthday, she was bopping her way down the stairs with both feet at the same time. Not exactly hopping. More of a slidey-bounce thing. She bopped her way down the first two (carpeted) steps before stopping on the (hard wood) landing to reassess.
(pointing to the steps)
“If I fall down there, then I would crack my head open. If I crack my head open my brain will come out. So maybe I should just step down there.”
Ah, yes. Moments of clarity in an otherwise quirkily-rationalized* four-year old world. You make The Mama proud, Alice.
* Of course I know this is a hideous compound modifier. And of course I know “quirkily” is not a word. Again, though, I sacrifice accuracy for rhythmic flow. Do you really prefer, “a four-year old’s world that is rationalized in a quirky manner” ? Of course not. And neither do I.