Last night on the way home from church Belle was asking some science-y questions and David was reveling in watching me try to answer them.
One was about pollution.
Yea, that was fun.
She wanted to know what pollution was and the things that can make pollution.
So, as I'm stumbling thru and trying to be as accurate as I can with my 6-year-old (I think I even used words like "makes the air sick"), she pipes up with something that makes me think the lights are coming on and this conversation is about to be over.
"Oh, I think I have some pollution."
"I've got gas!"