I try to do that too. But mostly I just end up confusing them.
For example, Owen asked me the other day whether my minivan would stop driving if I drove on the grass instead of the road. I said, "No, but it might go a little slower. And, if a police officer saw me do it, he might give me a ticket."
"Why would he give you a ticket?" asked Ashley.
"Well, because that's what police officers do when you don't follow the driving rules. You get a ticket," I said.
"What do you do with the ticket?"
"Well, you usually have to pay some money if you get a ticket. And if you get too many tickets, you may have to go to jail."
I thought this satisfied her. But a few seconds later, she asked "So you go to jail because you were stealing the tickets?"
"No hon, you go to jail if you get the tickets. Tickets are a bad thing. You don't want to get the tickets."
It was then that I realized Ashley was thinking of these kinds of tickets:
Yeah. Tickets are awesome, in her little world. So I had to do a little clarifying on that one. But man, wouldn't it be nice if you got skee-ball tickets for speeding? And the police station was just a giant prize counter? I would totally be able to able to pick out a big stuffed panda.
Then, last night, Scott and I told the kids we were going to take the kids to the China Buffet for dinner. They were quite excited, which surprised me since they are very picky little eaters and usually freak if we attempt any restaurant other than Red Robin or our favorite pizza place.
Mid-way through his dinner, Aidan asked me "Mommy, what day we goin' to China???" Whoops. Guess they don't know what "buffet" means either.
Hopefully they won't ask me where babies come from anytime soon. They'll probably require therapy after I'm done with that one.