Last night, as we drove down a windy road lined with colorful trees, I said to the kids, “Look, guys! Look at all the beautiful fall colors!”
Jacob started in with one of his long one-sided conversations. The kind where he asks lots of questions but answers them himself. The kind where he pauses often, but you can tell it’s only because he’s working so hard at figuring something out. Here is the monologue he gave…
Yeah! I see them. And you know why it’s called fall, Mama? (Pause) Because da leaves change colors and den fall from da tree!
And you know why they fall, Mama? (Pause) Because it’s called fall!
And do you know why it’s called fall, Mama? (Pause) Because da leaves change and fall.
And do you know why they do? Because it’s called fall.
I guess… I guess when things change, they dist fall.
Da road doesn’t change, and it doesn’t fall.
A bush and grass doesn’t change, and dey don’t fall.
(Really long pause, then he perks up and says excitedly…)
I fall when I change my undies!
(Pause, then he wraps up his monologue with this concluding statement…)
Yep, only things dat change fall.
And there you have it. The answer to the question “Why the Leaves Fall.” Wisdom from my three-year-old.
And be careful next time you change your undies.