Sometimes my son goes on lengthy verbal journeys, generally dragging me along for the ride. We typically walk through his thoughts and ideas at a comfortable pace, enjoying ourselves as we take turns pointing out the scenery. Every now and then, a particular notion will lead us gradually uphill and away from our destination and I will have to convince him to turn back.
Things move much faster when they are rolling downhill.
Like a tumbleweed gaining momentum and gathering debris along the way, his thoughts can become tangled and a little less cohesive as he picks up speed. This afternoon I was invited upon one of his loquacious adventures and soon enough, we began gaining altitude, as I eased him back down to the realm of all things calm and quiet, he uttered a sentence which even made him stop and think –
” . . . but I guess could be considered as more or less a fact. Maybe.”
We decided to stop for a picnic.
The Qwiet Muse 
Sounds interesting, I’d say questionable facts deserve a picnic for discussion 🙂
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Oh, we have many discussion picnics. That kid, well, he’s 22 so, young man, is something else :o)
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I can only imagine, never a dull moment I’m sure. I love discussions with imaginative people, they’re so much more colorful and adventuresome.
; )
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That they are, my kids are a trip to talk to sometimes. I was blessed with amazingly articulate, witty, and bright kids . . . on the flip side, my house is rarely quiet!
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They’re amazing because you’ve raised them to be and encouraged them to be just so. They’re the blessed ones.
: )
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Aww, you made my heart smile :o)
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awwwww : )
nobody deserves it more!
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In the words of my 100 Acre Wood soulmate, thanks for noticing :o) it take a good momma to recognize another . . .
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: )
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