July 17, 2009
Ender at 9.8
So, Ender's brain is a whirling dervish, as my old English teacher used to say. He's inching his way on to ten years old, has been unceremoniously shipped to D.C., and has a long-standing love of most things electrical.
Some recent occaisions and quotes.
--After a meal at Cici's
Ender: That was glorious
--After keeping a baloon out of reach of his sister for several minutes.
Ender: And that is the advantage of being tall.
And recently I had that talk. You know the one. The one that dads both look forward to, as well as fear.
After learning about what 'it' was:
Ender: I had no idea.
After thinking about it for a bit:
Ender: My science has failed me.
It was great hearing him explain everything about the biology of things, and yet knowing absolutely nothing of the mechanics of things.
Posted by oriondark at 10:41 PM | Comments (2)