Metaphorically Speaking

Metaphorically Speaking

See page for author [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons

Learning doesn’t always happen during specific hours of the day, nor does it always come from a textbook.  In fact the best learning usually comes from outside of textbooks, from real life.

Dinner tonight was a perfect example.  As I was bringing dinner to the table, Daddy starts off by telling me a story about how he rode bike past a ranch when he was young and saw a bull out in the field with the cows doing what bulls do best.  He said it was like watching a train wreck.  He wanted to look away but just couldn’t. Why he was telling this story?  It made sense at the time but I don’t remember why.  The story was directed toward me but there are always ears in the cornfield (see what I did there?).

We hear a voice pipe up from the living room, “You saw a train wreck?!”

To which I ask, “Do you know what a metaphor is?”

Computer Boy says, “Of course I do.”  Like I could think such a thought that he didn’t.  Sheesh Mom.

“Well, give me an example.”

He had to think about it for a little bit but while he was thinking Tiger Boy (who is 6) exclaims, “Ooh, I have one, Mom!”

“Ok, what is it?”

“Green thumb!”

Ok, I have to admit, I was quite astonished that he came up with that.  And then I remembered the episode of Phineas and Ferb where Dr. Doofenshmirtz tried to make his thumbs green in order to make his plants grow better to show up his neighbor (who ended up having plastic plants anyway).  He actually tried to paint his thumbs green… well, you gotta see the episode to really get it.  Hilarious as always.

Now to really test him, I ask, “So what does green thumb really mean?”

He answers, “That you are good at growing things.” And they say TV rots your brains…

Daddy came up with another one, “Martin Luther nailing the “Ninety-Five Theses on the Power and Efficacy of Indulgences” to the All Saints’ Church in Wittenberg, Germany, was like a spark to tinder in the socioeconomic climate of Middle Ages.”

To which I reply, “He lit them on fire?!”

He’s deeper than me.

My metaphor was, “The grass is always greener on the other side of the fence.”

Daddy tries to elicit discussion by asking, “So what does that really mean?”

I said, “No, really.  The neighbors grass is greener than ours.”

While the other boys were trying to think of one, Tiger Boy came up with another (whispered in my ear in case he was wrong), “How about when someone is on a game show and they say, ‘You’re on fire!’ when your doing really well?”

I think he figured out what a metaphor is.

Cuddlebug has to join in the game too and yells out, “I have one!  I on fire! Yay on fire!” while clapping his hands.  I guess being on fire is exciting.

 

 

 

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