Ella and her friend Symon take turns riding in each other’s cars to preschool. On my days to drive the two of them, listening to their banter in the back seat usually ends up being the most entertaining part of my day.
It was established fairly rapidly by Ella that our minivan was, in fact, a rocket ship, and that stopping at red lights meant setting down on other planets, and green lights meant taking off again, with all appropriate rocket noises. Earlier this week the two of them decided as we approached the school that they were on Mars, and that it was therefore a Mars preschool and that all the other kids and parents were aliens.
Thursday, though, the space talk got serious, and Ella and Symon fell into a shouting match. Ella contended that aliens lived in space, and Symon argued that aliens lived on the ground but came through space — i.e., that they lived on other planets. I tried to strike the middle ground by saying that, while they did live on other planets, since they had spaceships they spent an awful lot of their time in space . . . but by then the kids had moved on to a different point of contention.
“There are metal camels in space,” Symon said defiantly.
I couldn’t see Ella from the driver’s seat, but I could hear her scoff and could picture her exact expression as she said “No there are not.”
After a minute or so of crescendoing “Yes yes yes” vs. “No no no,” Symon said, “Yes there are. I saw it in a comic book.”
Ella’s first rebuttal was: “There! Are! Not! Metal! Camels! In! SPACE! No no no no!” But a part of her realized that to get the upper hand she would have to come up with something more concrete.
“I’m taking out my binoculars!” she said. “I’m looking into space!” A pause. “I don’t see any camels!”
I won’t say that Symon ceded the point, but we did pull into school shortly afterward. We’ll have to see if they pick it up again next time.