My wife had a nasty experience today; she fell awkwardly and was quite badly hurt as well as shaken.
It happened just before she left work to go and pick up Granddaughter. The pain didn't really kick in until she collected her and by the time she got home she was in some agony.
The first thing she did when she got back, of course, was to describe the event.
Granddaughter was all ears and when Grandma had finished she said, 'So Grandma, did the ground shake?'
If she'd been four or five we would have thought it was an innocent question asked in all seriousness. At seven? No. She knows the ground wouldn't shake.
She kept a straight face too.....until grandma started laughing.........and groaning...........and then the giggles started.
Humour is a kind of sophistication.............well, OK it could depend on the kind of humour.
But at seven I would never have thought of that kind of quip. I can now.....at 55 (nearly 56) but as a youngster I was very literal. If someone had talked about shaking ground I would have believed them..........and imagined the tremors.
It did lighten the pain for poor Grandma too, even though it was a little cruel.
And opened another door in our wonder at that funny little girl who keeps surprising us.