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two year old logic

dismantled pickup truck?  check.
football? check.
we're all packed!
i have found there is a certain poetry in the logic of the two year old brain.

it's not a logic that us grownups can really comprehend, i don't think, but there are so many things that john does that are so clearly intentional, so clearly purpose-driven ... there is no doubt there is a plan in place.

i can't identify the plan, but it's there.

so this morning, when i looked at the suitcase at the foot of my bed (we're not going anywhere - i am just a lazy butt who hasn't put it away since our last travels), i was somehow tickled by the tableau i found.

it's like a visual haiku, or something.

busted truck.
football.
ready to go!

(yes, nerds, i realize that's not a haiku, but you take my point ...)

anyway, i just wonder what was going on in john's brain when he created this still-life-with-toys. the football is so gently tucked in between the axles of the truck -- not just thrown in the big empty part of the suitcase, but nestled intentionally between the tires.

and what was he going to put in the rest of the suitcase, i wonder?

maybe this is just a tired pregnant lady waxing philosophical on a loooooong friday afternoon, but i marvel at the workings of the brain in that little bug's head.

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