This afternoon G asked me what he could do to be in the newspaper . . . I told him he could either do something really smart or really stupid . . . to which he replied:
“Remember when I made chlorine when I put pepperoni in water and left it there and it tasted like sink (tap) water? Can you call the newspaper man and tell him about that?”
Initially I told him that probably wouldn’t get him in the paper. He wanted to know, “What are more options?”
I told him he could rescue more cats from trees than any other person in the world. “That would take years,” he said.
I later changed my mind and told him that if he did indeed make chlorine from water and pepperoni it would probably get him in the paper; in the meantime I would write about it on my blog. He still attempted to persuade me to call the newspaper man . . . he even told me what to say, “Can you call him and say, ‘My son, who is only six . . . ‘” I told him if the newspaper man reads my blog and decides to write about the chlorine pepperoni he is welcome to do so.
An hour later this same child wanted to know how tall a stack of 583 microscopic ants would be.
Cheers,
D
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