Private Thoughts Made Public

Conversations held in the car with my son and ex-wife
ex: we’ve been learning lots of things this week, haven’t we?
son: yes
ex: remember when we boiled the egg and there was a crack in the shell? what was the crack called?
son: a hairline fracture
me: impressive!
ex: tell daddy what it’s called when a cell splits in two.
son: mitosis
me: wow! I have no way of knowing if that’s right or not, but I’ll believe you!
He never ever forgets anything, my son.
So we had a day out at Eureka in Halifax. And very impressive it was as well. We spent three and a half hours there, and it still seemed to me like we rushed around like mad things on a mad day being mad. It was “Come and look at this!” and “Hey! This is cool!” all day. We never seemed to spend more than twenty seconds at any one exhibit. On the way out we tried to get him something educational to play with, like a model skeleton or a magnetic sculpture thing, but all he wanted was a robot grabbing hand. Which he used in the car to grab anything and everything in sight. Aww.