It’s beyond bedtime, and I’ve gone downstairs to say goodnight to the big boys, who are temporarily sharing a room again while we reconstruct the bedroom recently divested of its mould problem.
The boys are giggling.
Simon: “Mom, Tristan is telling me how far away things are!”
Me: “Is that right? Well, just be careful what you believe. Your brother is occasionally full of bananas.”
Simon, with admiration in his voice: “He says Mars is 99 kilometers away from the Earth.”
I decide against launching into an explanation of the vagaries of measuring the distance between two celestial bodies orbiting around a common point, and instead simply say, “Um, not quite. It’s more like 100 million kilometers.”
Both boys, in unison: “Whoa!”
*small pause*
Tristan, still sounding impressed: “I did not know that.”
I laughed all the way upstairs. I hope the day never comes that I’m not smart enough to impress my boys.
You are definitely the rockstar of smart moms!
Love those conversations when they end that easily!
My dauther believes in my superpowers, like knowing which wrapped gift is for who (I never write names on the gifts – and yes they’re already under the tree) and flying the supermarket cart – she still sits in it, so she doesn’t see my feet when I climb on the cart).
I wish it will never ends.
This anonymous is me, I don’t know what happened.
Love it. I wish you all a very Merry Christmas in your lovely new home.
Thanks for letting us be privy to a great conversation. Love the *bedtime talks* that goes on between kids. Merry Christmas Dani, all the best to your family and Katie!