Something that isn't really there.
Hattie and I were driving our normal Friday morning trek to dance class. We have 30 minutes of highway and we usually play I SPY. This morning was no different. We were about 5 minutes into our trip and I hear "I spy something....(insert various colors here)" On about the 5th turn, Hattie yells out, "I spy something white". I saw no white, other than a few signs and the stripes on the road, which we had already called out. One of the rules, which Hattie strickly enforces, is No Repeats. So I am looking and there isn't a speck of white for miles. After guessing the No Repeats and getting completely slammed for it, I ask her what she sees that is white. "The clouds, Mom". Now mind you, the sky is as clear and as blue as it can be. It is a perfect fall sky. There are no clouds to be seen. "Are you sure, I don't see any clouds"?, I ask her. "Of course, there are clouds, you just can't see them because they are still sleeping."
And what do you say to that 4 year old logic?
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