So I took my niece Coleen to go see Romeo & Juliet this Sunday. She is four, but very mature (though she did hide her face during the swordfights because "I don't want to see the bad guy"). In the car on the way home, she wanted to recap what had happened on stage.
Midway into the story...
C: So then I remember when Romeo fell, he fell, you know, he fell on the soccer grass.
L: The soccer grass? What do you mean he fell on the soccer grass?
C: You know, at the end of the ballet, when he fell, he fell on the soccer grass!
C: The SOCCER GRASS!
L: Do you mean the sarcophagus?
C: Yeah, the soccer...I mean sarcophagus.
SHE'S FOUR!! And what's more, none of us can figure out where she got the word sarcophagus. It wasn't me, or her mom or her dad. This child is brilliant. I want in on her Nobel Prize when she is 12.