I believe that my daughter Anya, who just turned five, may turn out to be a philosopher. (I know, there isn’t much money in philosophy, but the thought does warm my heart.) I base this suspicion on something she said the other night while she, I, and her six-year-old brother Solomon were setting up for a massive Playmobil battle. She was building a castle out of blocks and Solomon was arranging the Playmobil knights and pirates. The three of us were deciding who was going to play “the bad guys” and who would play “the good guys.”
That’s when Anya asked her excellent question: “Do ‘bad guys’ call ‘good guys’ ‘bad guys?'”
Doesn’t this look like the face of a philosopher?