Today at meal times and on walks to and from the park I found myself in interesting conversations.  My meal and walking group, put together by two visiting fives, consisted of those two, a full time five, and two twos. As we sat down to breakfast, after serving the kids, I let them know I was going down to check the furnace, because it seemed a bit cold. The furnace was fine, and the conversation took off from there. We talked about furnaces, different heating systems, warming ourselves over forced hot air vents, radiators, how the furnace works to push the hot air or hot water or hot steam through the house to the vents or radiators, then about other heating systems, propane heaters, electric baseboard. The kids were not bored, they wanted to know more, their questions made sense, they brought their home experience to bear, I learned something about my own limited knowledge of heating and furnaces.

Then at some point, either at breakfast or lunch, we talked about the holes in the day care kitchen floor, two holes in the wood flooring near the base of the stove, which are covered with clear tape, because kids over the years have loved to look through them to the basement below, and have also loved to figure out which things in the day care fit through those holes. Every so often the tape gets peeled off and I find piles of tinker toys and pencils and marker caps and other slim things on the basement floor. The kids this time were curious about the possibilities the hole might have in terms of houses, though..and I really don’ know the story of those holes. I thought they might have been put there to accommodate pipes to drain an icebox and I explained how I thought that might work, and one boy wondered if there would be a puddle in the basement, and I had to admit, I really didn’t know what the holes were for and that I might like to ask someone who knows more about these old houses to tell me.

The other five wondered how the hole got in my floor..I thought a drill, but he thought maybe an animal chewed it. It is clean and round, and the first five and I thought not..but then we talked about animals who chew wood..bugs in particular, termites and carpenter ants, and the time we found them in our porches and stairs eating up the house..and had to get rid of them..and the third five was sure to tell us she has no bugs eating her house.

Later we talked about mail..the two had asked who the man was walking on the sidewalk as we returned from the park, and I talked about him being a mail carrier, and the five wanted to know why he was doing that and I talked about how mail goes from one house to the post office to another post office to another house, in this day and age and part of the world, carried often by mail carriers and trucks..and about the pony express, which the kids thought was a funny name for a pony..and then we talked about the GPS truck, the name one five had for the truck that delivers packages, and I thought maybe it was UPS, and he thought so, too, was sure that is the quickest way to deliver a package or mail in Cambridge, and my disagreeing about the way the service works didn’t matter at all, the five moved on to planning to mail a UPS package that afternoon to his other friend the five, and we talked about a book we read last week where Frog mailed Toad a letter by Snail Mail, and how long it took..

Then another part of the day we talked about where my laundry machine is, a question my five just had to ask..and when I said it was in the basement, he said his was on the third floor for his mom’s apartment and in the basement for his dad’s. Then we talked about our houses and what is on each floor, and his friend the five told about her bedroom being on the second floor and what was on her third floor..

Somewhere in there we came upon the topic of mice, probably after the termite talk, and I was bemoaning the mouse who ate my Valentine candy yesterday and the mouse who ate a pecan out of our Thanksgiving Pie and I think a bite out of someone’s Christmas birthday cake, and the poison that doesn’t seem to work, and the present my cat Frances left by the trash can two weekends ago, when I was away, and my five gave the cat credit saying she must have left it there because she couldn’t open the can, which she couldn’t, so I suppose he’s right. The kids thought and thought of creative ways to trap and kill the mouse, the fives inventing traps of tubes and poison and chocolate, even a cheesecake dangled out the window on a string, to ward the critters off before they reached the chocolate, and the two reminding me I might just like a pet mouse, which she herself would like, and I let her know that when I was a girl, that is just what I wanted, even made a shoe box house and kept it in my dresser drawer, in anticipation of the mouse moving in and having a cozy bed. And I let the kids know we used to trap the mice by using a special trap of a paper towel tube hung off the counter top over a tall trash can with peanut butter on the trash can end of the tube, and the mouse would walk the plank to get the peanut butter and drop into the can and we would wake up in the morning and take the mouse to Alewife Brook, over and over again, which is something I no longer do, but the poison isn’t working either, nor the cat, at least neither can keep my candy safe, so perhaps it’s time for more humane treatment, which my two continued to remind me even as the fives invented ever more dastardly traps.

It’s been ages since I’ve had conversations like this in the day care. I’ve missed them a whole lot, these big kids in small groups asking and thinking and wondering together. Nice to have them back for February vacation, hopefully next summer again. During after school I tend to be busy these days, doing desk work and dishes and diapers and resting my weary brain,  while Liana or Jen hang with the older kids, but at meal times on vacations, I get my fill of interesting talk.