Mama is the Philosopher Queen of our house, so it’s appropriate that she had this dialogue with our little zen master:
Mama: Is Eeyore in your room or out in the living room?
3B: [with appropriate gestures à la Vanna White displaying prizes] Whether he is up or down or in or out, it is the same activity.
Unfortunately, I don’t bring any toys that are nearly so scintillating to the genetic pool. After all, I was the kid who would go to look up something in the encyclopedia and end up following all the See… and See also… references until I had a half-dozen or more volumes of the encyclopedia open in front of me.
So, yes, the internet, with every See… reference just a click away is my crack.
However, I think that particular kink in my double-helix might have been passed along. Just tonight, 3B was enthralled by one of his bedtime books, which was a nonfiction account of how cranberries are grown, harvested and processed.
Actually, I don’t know. But I’m telling you, if I can pry that book out of his fingers, I’ll let you know.