At Six
First bite into food. Mmmmmm. Life is good.
At Six-and-a-half
How many odd numbers are there? Are there more odd than even?
Mom, how many people are there in the world?
Mom, how old is Count Dooku? Yoda? Darth Vader?
What is three minus four? What is 13-15? What is negative zero?
Mommy, I know what 1000 minus 300 is. 700.
“HOW did you figure that out??”
By thinking. I thought hard.
“Tennyson, you’re talking back to Mom.”
No, I’m not.
*30 minutes later*
“Tennyson, you’re talking back to Mom.”
No, I’m not. OH — Yes, I am.
It was one of those days. He was just one bottomless appetite. I told him not to eat the boiled egg we were experimenting with for science.
The egg vanished.
He came over and whispered in my ear: Mom, I ate my homework.
At Seven
Umma, how much is 100%?
“All of it. No leftovers.”
How much is 300%?
*How to explain??*
Vocalizing his pleasure over the meal at the restaurant (yums and groans and all): Umma, I’m an expert at eating.
Umma, What makes God laugh?
Mom, is anything bigger than God? How many suns fit inside Him?
Aug 4, A barrage of questions ~
What colors do you mix to get white?
What color is make-believe?
Is there make-believe in outerspace?
Daddy: “Yeah, it’s called Star Wars.”
Aug 19
Boy: When you walked away [after yelling at me] my face got red as raspberries and I wanted to scare you [when you came back out of the room].
Mom: Oh, you wanted to startle me when I’ve asked you not to do that.
Boy: (Nod) Uh huh. I wanted to put my white sheet over my head and scare you like a ghost.
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