Sam has been exploring what it means to be alive. We tell her trees are alive, but rocks aren’t. Flowers are alive, but cars aren’t. I’ve been using growth as a proxy for life when Sam asks “Why aren’t cars alive?” “Are trucks alive?”
We were going through some of this today eating out on the patio of “House of Curries” on Solano Ave in Berkeley (or is it still Albany there?), when a jogger passes us. Sam points at him and says rather loudly, “That man is alive!”
The jogger returns to ask what Sam said, and she repeats herself. He laughs aloud, and says “Thank you” before continuing along his route.