Children are hilarious.
I’m convinced evolution did this on purpose.
To give us another reason to stick around on the days when we would like to run screaming for any location supplying caffeine, wi-fi, and a kid-free zone.
The Tackler is an experienced whiner. To make up for this unfortunate trait, he’s gotten more creative with his topics of entertainment…
“If you put a dark cloud on a tree… it will turn into a rocket ship!”
“There’s a planet bigger than the whole of space! It’s called “Monorant…” It’s the biggest planet in the whole earth!”
Maybe Toy Story gets the credit for an obsession with earth and space that has gone on for over year.
It could also be genetic given my love of sci-fi and my husband’s fascination of all things in space – demonstrated in my husband’s facebook status update a few days ago – as he and our son debated N-dimensional space…
Overactive imagination of five-year-old son: I know a planet so far away, it is outside of space!
Overactive imagination of Dad (me): I’m listening…
Overactive imagination of son: It is so far away that space is yellow instead of black. There are three spaces. One is black, one is green, and one is yellow.
Overactive imagination of Dad: Okay, so you’ve moved past 3 dimensions into N-dimensional space.
Overactive imagination of son: Yeah, but the yellow one is very small.
Overactive imagination of Dad: Okay, next you are going to tell me that gravity is diluted over those dimensions. I’ve heard this one before…
Overactive imagination of son: But the name of that planet, that is so far away, I only know its name in Spanish – it is London.
Overactive imagination of Dad:My son believes the universe is a Klein bottle. I thought I was the only one in the house who dreamed about n-dimensional hypercubes…
It made a bit more sense after I googled “Klein bottle“.
It is a bit like taking the red pill and realizing you’ve spent your entire life in The Matrix.
And marveling at the wonder of imagination.
And what happens when you try to convince a four year old that “Soda is bad for you.” – aka “pop” for those in the midwest, “Coke” for the deep south.
Somehow, it becomes the fountain of life.
Trust me. You’ll want to read it.
It’s why soda and hangovers and dentists don’t mix.
Now where is my life extending can of Mountain Dew……
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What have your children done or said lately to make sure you don’t run screaming for the hills?