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!”
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.