because he makes me laugh

    As the savant and I were settling down for the night, we had a conversation that went something like this:

SAVANT: Is that a faucet dripping or a clock ticking?

ME: (whilst reading): It's a clock.

(Gets a bright idea to help grumbling savant get back to sleep after being paged.)

ME:(in my most soothing voice) With each tick of the clock, you feel yourself sinking deeper and deeper into a relaxing, restful, slee--

SAVANT: (interrupts) --where I KILL, KILL, KILL!

ME: (laughing) You are no help at all.

(Bravely trying to continue with the relaxation suggestions.)

ME: From which you will awaken---

SAVANT: (Interrupting again) --and KILL, KILL, KILL!

ME: (laughing like a hyena, but soldiering through loudly) FROM WHICH YOU WILL AWAKEN COMPLETELY REFRESHED!

SAVANT: (waits a beat) And the code word is "Pony."

And, like Johnny Depp in Chocolat, I was undone.

(Typing this some 18 hours later and still being overcome by giggles.)

*****

Caught the boy actually hands-on fighting with another young member of his homeschool history class this afternoon. What were they fighting about? The boy had told the other lad that he (the lad) could not see light particles. The lad had issue with this since he thought that seeing dust motes in a light ray counted AND he thought our boy was trying to boss him around. Our boy's reasoning did not include the idea of rays and dust motes, but rather the speed of light. All I can say is, it's probably a good thing that we haven't yet discussed the particle vs. wave theories about light yet.

And if you're not up on the ages of my offspring, the boy is 6. His friend, the lad, is 5. What are they going to be fighting about in 10 years?