My six-year old still sees many things for the first time ever. His reaction to these new things is always interesting, as you see how a mind that understands many things now searches for a slot in which to put fresh information. Sometimes only a new slot will do.
My wife took him to the supermarket the other day. A supermarket is a marvelous place for a child. It’s a riot of color and text. If you’re six, you’re still jazzed about reading new things.
There was a new wrinkle at the store. There was a real live Salvation Army bellringer standing post outside the door. My little boy stood transfixed for a moment, sizing up the whole situation as people passed and put coins in the kettle. He’d never seen such a thing.
-Mom, can we put coins in the kettle?
-Sure, son. We’ll have change after we buy groceries, and use it on the way out.
Of course there was a wrinkle. When they emerged from the store, the bellringer was gone, off to greener pastures no doubt. My boy looked this way and that, and said nothing.
My wife said he was very quiet in the car, as he turned the thing over in his mind.
-Mom, what happened to the Change Guard?