Just before his nap, Connor sat up in bed. He looked like he had something important to say. It was as if something had clicked, and he suddenly understood a difficult concept.
"Mommy, did you know that if something is high and something is low, they don't hit."
Huh?
"If something is high and something is low, they don't hit."
I could sense his frustration mounting as he realized that I had no clue what he was talking about. He tried again.
"Like if a whale is high, and a whale is low, they won't hit each other. But they can still be friends."
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