Statues Run Really Fast

An addendum to the previous post: children have very little difficulty suspending their disbelief in the illogical or impossible. I should concede: L's mommy and li'l girl game has morphed somewhat into a new theme- that of monsters and heroes, good guys and bad guys. However, L is a liberal-minded girl, so monsters are not necessarily bad guys. Hence, one of her favourite games to play outside is the statue game. The statue game is quite simple: when L is tired of walking, she pretends to be a statue, symbolized classically by the British royal guard posture. Then she looks at me and prompts, "You say, 'Look mom, a statue!' Okay?!" Something in me cries out against this potential loss of my independence so I have never yet obliged her by saying those exact words, though what difference it makes I have no idea. "Oh my goodness," I respond with amazement, "It's a talking statue! Weird!" By this time, L is re-energized and ready to move again, so she grins and proposes, "Let's have a race!" "A race with a statue?" "Yep, cuz statues run really fast," L informs me seriously. "Yeah, statues run really fast," I agree. Did I just say that? Oblivious to my psychological dissonance, Lauren happily continues prodding me, "And then you go, 'Hey mom, the statue is following us.'" "AAUUUGGGHHHHH! That statue is following me! I can't get away! What does it want??!" I cry in angst, to L's delight. And when eventually the talking, grinning, fast-running statue catches her terrified prey (me), she invites me over to her house for a cup of tea. What the?!...Where am I??? Well obviously I'm in the middle of a Get Fuzzy comic strip. I kind of enjoy the surrealism, though. I imagine Jesus' disciples must have had similar feelings when he'd do things like cook them breakfast on the beach after they had watched him get tortured to death and buried. Come along, Faye, and embrace the weirdness. Yes, God.