Returning home from gymnastics yesterday:
Me: "Come on in, Brae. Let's wash your hands and have some lunch."
Boy: "But, Mommy, I don't want to wash my hands!"
Me: "You have to, honey."
Me: "Because we just came from the gym, and your hands have germs on them."
Boy (Looking at hands, moving them closer and closer until they are touching his eyes): "No they don't. I don't see any."
Me: "Babe, germs are microscopic. That means they are so small that you can not see them with your eyes. You have to have a special tool called a microscope to see them."
Boy: "Can we make one? I will get some paper, and...."
Me: "No. Brae, we can't make one."
Boy (Pouting): "Why not?"
Me: "I do not have the things we would need in order to build a microscope, honey."
Boy: "You don't have the ingredients to make a microscope?"
Me: "No, dear. I don't have the ingredients."