The last few months of school sped by in a blur. But what I do remember are the conversations the boys and I have in the evenings as we drive home via our zig-zaggy route to the freeway. So many backseat conversations where we debate the thinking behind civilians with access to automatic weapons, the most pragmatic ways to make flying cars a reality, and the exact process for how Jacob should go about registering the name for his future technology company.
These conversations generally start with really tough questions, as I make the right hand turn after the Panda Express. How do black holes work? How is the sun on fire if there is no oxygen? Do I believe in parallel universes? What about wormholes? Do I even know what wormholes are? Why don’t I know these things?
At some point Jacob declares with perfect timing and measured conviction: The only cure for climate change is voting.
Mind officially blown…
Meanwhile Nate asks me things like: Why when I rub red soap together does it turn white? And…
How come we have never-ending snot?