The road construction between my house and Kysa's is insane. It takes me almost a half hour to get from her house to Cambria's (seen here at her birthday celebration) school. It does, however make for interesting things to look at while we sit (and sit) in traffic. Today's conversation went like this:
Cambria: A cement mixer!
Cambria: How does it make cement?
Nana: It mixes dry cement with water until it becomes a good consistency to create roads.
Cambria: What about the colors?
Nana: What colors:
Cambria: On the road.
Nana: Oh, you mean the stripes?
Cambria: Yes. The white and yellow.
Nana: There is a machine that drives along and paints them.
Cambria: But why are they white and yellow and not pink or purple or red?
Nana: I don't know. I guess someone decided that white and yellow were the best colors for road lines.
Cambria: That doesn't make sense. Those aren't the prettiest colors.
Nana: To some people they might be. Everywhere on every road in the country the lines are white and yellow.
Cambria: Like a rule?
Nana: Yes, I guess so.
Cambria: That's not a very creative rule.
Cambria: Who makes those rules?
Nana: I don't know.
Cambria: Can they be changed? The rules?
Nana: I don't think so.
Cambria: Too bad.
I love how her mind works.