Genius Runs In The Family

On Sunday at church Bo's teacher read the kids a "spin-off" of Green Eggs and Ham. He LOVED. He more than loved it. He became immediately obsessed.

Bo doesn't typically come out and say things like "I LOVED THAT BOOK!" That's more my style. He's like his dad, information comes out more subtly and like little clues. At lunch he said, "Sam I Am's brotho doesn't like chohch at all, I mean, not even a little bit." I asked a few find out questions and figured out where that remark came from. J has a brother named Sam, so I wondered if Bo was being prophetic---but he wasn't.

Later that night Bo came up to me at the computer and said, "You know how we found all the 'How Does a Dinosaur Say Goodnight' books on the internet? Could you help me find all the Green Eggs and Ham books?" Finally I called his teacher and asked what in the world he'd read to Bo that had him so interested. It was just a goofy made-up book someone made for him while he was on his mission.

Last night he brought it over. I showed it to Bo this morning. I said, "This is B's book, he is just letting us look at it for a day or two so we have to take really good care of it and then give it back to him after we've read it a few times."

Bo asks, "Then will he make it into a movie so we can rent it?"

Uhhhh. No.

"Oh, we have to wait for someone else to make it into a movie?"

He's optimistic. And a tiiiiiiiiiiitch addicted to TV.

On the other, totally unrelated hand, I had an epiphany this morning. If you can call it that.

You know how there are some songs with some phrases that just stick in your head. Over decades. Even if you don't even really know that song?

I'm not the only one, right?

Well, Loverboy's "Lovin' Every Minute of It" is one of those songs for me. I know who sings it, and the actual title because of Google. I would have told you it was Aer0smith "Love In An Elevator" as though I actually know that song.

So, I'm wrestling around with the kids and I'm throwing Avee up in the air and Bo across the room and I start to randomly sing.

As I have sung it a thousand times before, "Turn that dial, all the way--shoot me like a rocket in dismay-ay! Lovin' every minute of it..."

My children don't judge me. Much. The laugh and squeal wether they are being thrown around to accurate lyrics or completely nonsensical ones just the same.

Suddenly, while Avee is mid-air and Bo is barrelling back toward me for another launch, I realize, I bet it's not "in dismay"! I bet it's "into space" because rockets tend to go into space a lot more than thay go in dismay.

I am a genius. It only took me about 20 years to figure this out.