The following conversation actually happened. This afternoon Sweet M came bounding in to find me at my desk, with this urgent question:
"Mama, will I be in the future?"
"Oh yes, of course you'll be in the future."
"Will you be in the future?"
"Yes, I think there is a good chance I will be in the future."
"What happens to the future?"
"It becomes the present, and then the present becomes the past."
"Can I get to the past?"
"No, not yet, because we don't have time machines."
"Can I get to the future?"
"No, not until it becomes the present."
"Can I get the future back?"
At the risk of sounding like a New Age self-help book, I told her the truth, "No, the only time you can get to is the present."
As far as I can tell, she's picking up where Husserl left off.
And to think that some people think there's an issue with her intelligence.