Forgive me, readers, but I store the thoughts of my children here rather than trust them to Facebook’s preservation. Here are some of the latest:
Both of my children, upon learning the fact-opinion distinction, became drunk with power. “That’s just your OPINION, DAD!!!!!”
I made the mistake of asking Grace why the cat always wants to lie on top of me. She said, “He thinks your big belly is like a couch.”
After observing my struggles in trying to give our very old cat his medicine, Grace told me, “If I was a cat and I could understand English, I would take my pill.”
In the car this evening, I started telling Ruth I’d like to get a stationary bike for the back porch. Grace asked what a stationary bike is. I explained that it is a bike you ride for exercise and that it doesn’t go anywhere. “Oh,” she said, “that doesn’t sound like much fun at all.”
Last night at dinner, Ruth and I argued in fairly benign fashion over some point I have already forgotten. But Andrew didn’t like it. He curled up in his chair and said, “I don’t like it when you argue. It makes me feel like my world is falling apart.” Ruth stopped to explain to him that arguing can be productive.” Grace interrupted to say, “Andrew, it’s okay. Arguing is just part of being an adult. You have to do it!”
I bought Andrew another collection of the old Thor comics, which he loves. I asked him if he would like to live in Asgard.
Him: “It doesn’t exist, Dad.”
Me: “I don’t know that and neither do you. How can you be so sure?”
Him: “The old vikings just made that stuff up. They’re just legends.”
Me: “Yeah, but I wonder what the origin of it was. I wonder why the vikings came up with those lege
The kid is his mother’s son.