Conversations from a swing with a stranger

So the other day I took Emma to the park to play. As usual she made a new friend and without even finding out each other's names, they were off and running. Climbing on the monkey bars, sliding, swinging....the usual kid stuff. I think that will be one thing I will miss most when she is grown....going to the park....playing there with her, hearing all of the other kids squealing, laughing, playing games. I think I will miss that as I sit back and wait for grandkids to arrive. Anyway, after a little while, the girls asked me to push them on one of those big circle flying saucer shaped looking swings. They both climbed on and I started to push. I couldn't help but overhear the conversation as I stood there in the sun. Emma and her new friend were laying on their backs and staring up at the clouds as I pushed them. I noticed that Emma had her hand protectively over her pump site on her leg. My first thought was that maybe she was worried that the other little girl would bump it accidently...but then I started to wonder if she was simply trying to hide it....so the little girl wouldn't see it and ask her the usual questions. I have noticed Emma is starting to reach that point in her d-life where she gets annoyed with the questions...and I can't say that I blame her....I, myself get annoyed with the same old questions! Anyway, I stood there pushing the swing and the girls started talking about the clouds. The little girl told Emma that she loved how they looked so soft and fluffy.....and Emma chose that moment in time to become philosophical for some reason. She said to her new friend, "Yea, but really....how do they REALLY know if the clouds are soft and fluffy? I mean what if....just what if...they are hard?" I had to bite my cheek to stop from bursting out in laughter at the direction this conversation was taking. The little girl replied with, "Well....I mean LOOK at 'em! They gotta be fluffy!" It was quite possibly one of the funniest conversations I have heard in a long time actually. The girls ran off to play again....and I finally let out a giggle.
The mind of an 8 year old kid is really an incredible thing. They are so "take it at face value" and they have no qualms about telling it like it is yet. I love that. I think that the questions and the wonderment and the honesty of a kid is something special.