As a child, it’s really easy to complete a perfectly logical train of thought and arrive at completely the wrong conclusion because a child just doesn’t have enough life experience to know how things work. It’s a common phenomenon. This American Life did a whole program dedicated to kid logic.
I find kid logic to be absolutely hilarious. It’s so logical, even to the very end. It’s just that the conclusion is completely and often hilariously incorrect.
When I was little, I heard a lot about the circus. I really liked watching Disney’s Dumbo. I didn’t particularly like the pink elephants and I didn’t believe that elephants could fly, but the circus seemed so wonderful. Some of my friends would go to the circus and tell me about it. There would be huge tents—striped of course, I had noted all the details about circuses in Dumbo—and animals, and trapeze artists, and people on stilts, and maybe a cannon that would shoot out people. I really wanted to see the circus.
Around the same time, I had more or less outgrown the height limit for ball pits and most bouncy castles (I was a tall kid). I really liked ball pits and bouncy castles and I was terribly sad that I couldn’t go into most of them. Some of my friends would also tell me that they would go to birthday parties where the parents would rent a bouncy castle and they would have great fun all afternoon. I would be really envious that their friends were not also my friends so that I could be invited to bouncy castle birthday parties.
Not long after that, I would see certain houses in my neighborhood would be covered in tent-like material and that the material would often be striped. It made the house look like a giant tent. And I would be so jealous. Because obviously, the person who lived at that house was having a birthday party and they were celebrating by inviting the entire circus to perform at their house, because if you can rent a bouncy castle for an afternoon, you can obviously rent a circus for several days. So obvious.
No, I don’t see how termites are relevant. Why?