Not terribly long ago, I posted about how William, upon recognizing he had left the water running in the sink for an extra couple of seconds, lamented that he had "killed polar bears."
This is a very environmentally-savvy youngster.
Yesterday he was pulling a paper towel off the rack, and the roll was stripped bare.
"Oh no!" he cried. "I used the last one! The world is going to end."
I didn't get it at first. I thought he was just being silly. So I said, "Boom." (The world has ended, exploded.)
"No, no, no," he explained. "It's not going to explode, it's going to get warm."
This is the same seven-year-old who gritted his teeth when I told him I might need surgery on my toe (didn't in the end) and said, "Oh, I don't know, surgery is expensive."
I can't decide whether this is a good thing ... or a not-so-good thing.