Last night, I was watching an old war movie on TV, the brave good guys were sailing into battle. About a half hour into it, Gwen, my 2 year old granddaughter, wandered into the living room and cuddled up to watch with me.
I got involved with the movie, when I heard Gwen say, in the dramatic voice that only a two-year-old can muster, “Oh NO! MINES!”.
Onscreen, sure enough, the good guys were sailing into a minefield. Waitminute! Gwen is TWO! How the h-e-doublehockeysticks does she know about Naval MINES?!?!
I just looked at her, dumbfounded.
This morning, I recounted the story to her mother. She was amused, then reminded me that Gwen has watched Finding Nemo about 200 times, so of course she knows what mines are!