This afternoon, we were walking home from the train when Olivia asks me, "Mommy, how do you get into T.V.?"
I explained that it was a process of someone taking a video recording of you and then someone else playing that recording on the television.
"No," she told me. And this is her explanation:
"You take out the bathroom and cross the street and go into the T.V."
This evening, in the bath, in a sing-songy voice:
"And she went to her house
and her daddy's house
and her mommy's house
and her sister's house
and a ducky's house...
a pretend ducky's house (in reference to the rubber ducks in the bath)"
[ending in a chorus of bubbles]