Seemingly out of no where, she asked the question over breakfast this morning...
Maya: "Momma, what does waste mean"
Maya: "No, waste."
Me: "Oh, Waste."
First I wondered why she asked the question, then I realized I had never answered that question before or even thought about a definition. I pondered it for while, then finally responded...
Me: "Well, waste is when we don't use something that is useful or valuable," I explained with a satisfied smile; I was thoroughly please with my definition.
Maya: "Oh. So we waste things we don't like?"
Me: "Yes... well, I suppose... sometimes we waste things we do like, too."
I'm still unsure of the thoughts behind the question, but it definitely cut to my core, and it's left me thinking...