These days my daughter Maggie is really into opposites. I mean, who isn’t?
But if you’re a preschooler like Maggie, you REALLY enjoy talking about opposites, to the exclusion of most other conversational topics. We’ve moved from the easy (hot/cold) to the more abstract (alone/together). Last night, Maggie came up with her toughest opposite yet:
MAGGIE: Mommy, what’s the opposite of me?
MOMMY: Well, let’s see. The opposite of Maggie. You’re a little girl…
MOMMY: So the opposite of Maggie would be a big boy… who doesn’t like to talk, or to dance, or to hold purses.
Maggie thinks about it for a minute.
MAGGIE: That’s Daddy.