Sometimes I wonder just how well I am explaining certain elements of the outside world. Case in point: the Occupy movement and the concept of protest.
We have a park in our fair city that has been occupied since fall. Alice, obviously, was curious about it. I did my best to make sense, telling her something that probably sounded about like this to Alice:
“Blah blah blah blah. And then, blah blah blah. Well, blah blah blah. Yes. And Blah.”
She has mentioned protest on several occasions since then. One time, I had the distinct impression she understood the concept. She had offered some poignant insight along the lines of, “They don’t have to protest us. They know we are nice, so they don’t have to protest us.” That makes sense. Sort of. Close enough, for a four-year old.
Last week, though, we were working on a puzzle. It was harder than it ought have been, so we were struggling. Finally, we figured it out. She was pretty pleased with herself, and told me, “We protested it, and we got it fixed.”