"Mom," Nate asks. "What day did Gd create the animals?" I tell him, with about 75% confidence, that animals came on the fifth day. "What year?" he demands to know. "A long, long time ago," I say. "But what year?" "A really long time ago." Nate digests this. "It must be 19-something." "Even longer," I tell him. "Long before anyone you know was born. Something like a million years ago." Nate is undaunted. "What time?" he asks. "Was it 7:30?" "Yes," I tell him. "A million years ago, at 7:30, Gd created animals." "Oh," says Nate.
Nate's other great new interest is the a (thanks, Marsha!) Fibonacci series. For those not blessed with children who demand constant researching of all things math, Fibonacci is what they called some old timey Egyptian guy based on his dad's nickname (thanks, Wikipedia!) who came up with the realization that a particular bunch of numbers in a series appear in nature in a lot of places, and something something honeycombs, rabbits have a lot of bunnies, and the Golden Mean (thanks, everyone who attempted to explain this today!). I don't get it either. But the way you find the next number in the series is by adding the two numbers that precede it. So 0,1,1,2,3,5,8,13,21,34...you get the picture. And so, gotta love him, does Nate. When I left for work, he was huddled over a notebook, feverishly calcuating the series while stuffing M candy pancakes into his mouth. That's quite an image, is it not?
Jonah has been more focused on practical things. When the glass repair guys showed up the other day to put a temporary patch on our window (long story short, do not attempt to swipe a bee off the window with a broom, or did everyone else already know that?), Jonah kept calling them "the movers," which makes sense, as they showed up in a big truck, just like the movers who recently helped install our swingset. Yesterday, when we got a message and I said, "Terrific, the glass guys will be here tomorrow!" Jonah chirped, "Hooray! The movers coming back and they fix our window!" I really loved how he associated and remembered that the "movers" are, in his book, just another name for glass repair guys. I don't know, I found it funny.
Jonah is also just waiting to praise Daddy for his hard work in his trial in Los Angeles. "Daddy's coming home tomorrow!" I announced. "Yay!!!" cheered Jonah. "I say, 'Hooray, Daddy!' and I give Daddy a gold medal for his trial!"
How did he know that that's exactly what the judge did?
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