For the last couple of months, Oliver has insisted on us telling him a story every night. It's exhausting. Usually, we're exhausted by the time we get to putting him to bed, and the sheer brainpower to come up with a new story is painful. Usually, I resort to telling him fables or new versions of old stories: "Once upon a time, there were three bears, and they lived in a third-floor walkup apartment..."
So I tried something new last night. A friend gave me the idea: he can ask me three questions, about anything he wants. And then I struggle to answer. Easy, I thought.
So these were his three questions last night:
1) Why does the world spin around and around?
2) Why does Chloe have a tail?
3) Why do they put that floaty stuff (helium) in balloons?
Easy. No problem. I just had to explain planetary rotation, the basic principles of evolution, and the elemental properties of helium. That's it.
I just looked on Google to try and find a simple answer for 1), and this is the best I found. It's mind-boggling.
I think he's going to be a scientist, and a brilliant one at that.