In all things, manners

Beta: (looking over my shoulder at scrolling memes) That’s Trump.
Me: Yes it is. How do you know who Trump is?
Beta: He’s running for president. He was in the school magazine talking about people running for president.
Me: What do you know about him?
Beta: That’s he’s mean.
Me: That’s about right.
Beta: But if he’s mean, how can he be running for president?
Me: Some people like the fact he’s mean.
Beta: (stunned silence, shocked look)

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Impending travel

Me: Gamma, I’ll be gone three weeks.
Gamma: Like One, Two, Three?
Me: That’s 21 days.
Gamma: 21 Days?! That’s too long! You will forget to come home.
Me: No I won’t, honey.
Gamma: Mommy, the SCA is too far away.

Mindblown: Second Verse

Me: Alpha, you’re playing that piece wrong. The note goes down, not up.
Alpha: No it doesn’t, I’m playing it right!
Me: Listen. (hums the music, pointing at each note in the piece)
Alpha: I’m playing it right! I’m telling you! You don’t know I’m not!
Me: (deep sigh) Alpha, I can read music.
Alpha: (long silence) Oh. (starts practicing again)

Mindblown

Beta was arguing with me that the Tibetan script on the book he’s reading wasn’t really a language because the word/letters weren’t matching up numerically to the English words above it. Just blew his mind writing words in Hindi to show him how languages don’t match. I’m gonna hazard a guess he’s reassessing my person by the way he’s staring at me across the table and the words I just wrote. Yes, children, I was a fully formed interesting person before I became your professional sandwich maker and chauffeur.