The
kids and I sit on the living room floor searching old print magazines for their
individual classroom assignments when Magda asks, “What do humans need to
survive Momma?”
“Ah,
water. Food. Hmm, why are you asking?” I mutter while flipping the pages of
Mary Jane Farm scouring images for pigs, pies, or anything that begins with the
letter, P –TT’s kindergarten class’s letter of the week.
Magda
elaborates, “Miss Debra says we should bring in pictures of things humans need
every day. I know we need water already Momma. But...here! Do we need cell
phones?” she asks excitedly.
“Ah,
no dear, we do not need cell phones to exist.” Surprised that she suggested a
mobile is requisite for life on Earth, I add, “Grandpa Chuck doesn’t have a cell
phone and he’s very much alive.” 'Though he might be the only person I know
without one.' I think to myself.
“What
about vegetables or fruit?” I suggest.
“Those
are too easy Momma. Ah, TT! Here! I found a picture for you—a man in a
suit—it’s a “Person”!” she announces enthusiastically while ripping the page
from its glue.
He
smiles and proceeds to cut the man, ah person, out with scissors.
“I
got it! We need WORK! Here are TWO pictures of work Momma!”
