This afternoon Briggs asked me what classes I was taking at school. I told him one of them was a math class (Statistics). He asked me if I'd ever taken Trig and I told him yes, a long time ago. I asked him where he heard of Trig. I figured he'd learned it from Disney Channel's "Life With Derek" (a show with a classic over-achieving straight-A student who has prompted Ashlynn to ask me repeatedly if I always get A's too...).
Briggs said it was one of his words of the day. When I asked him what it meant he defined it correctly as learning about triangles and lines and the angles they make. Man, he just absorbs everything his teacher tells him.
The funny part of his intelligence comes in where he hasn't been taught, he's just working out his own theories.
At the park, while I was pushing him and Ty in the baby swings (because Briggs is too afraid of learning how to pump himself on a swing for fear of falling out the back...) we started talking about Disney's California Adventure...of course.
And of course we talked about the ride "Soarin' Over California". He mentioned he liked the part where you could see the "Golf Coast." I tried correcting him by telling him it was the Gulf Coast but when that piece of information crossed his trivia receptor it apparently got rejected with little thought. He continued on his tack of extolling the virtues of the ride and enjoying the "Golf Coast" scene.
Then he screwed up his one eye and cocked his head like he does when he's suddenly realized a flaw in the plan. "Do they golf a lot in the Golf Coast?"
Apparently something I said about the Gulf coast did get absorbed...
And also apparently, there really is a Golf Coast in Lisbon, Portugal. I don't think Briggs is ready for that information yet...
(I can see where a 5 year old might get confused because I spent the past 12 years combining the Heisenberg uncertainty principle and Schrodinger's Cat phenomenon. This is hilarious to me. A couple months ago Schrodinger's Cat made an appearance on one of our TV shows and I tried to explain it to Kate, with very befuddled results. She stated, "That doesn't make any sense." I paused and said, "Um...hmmm....yeah, you're right. Let me think about this one..." Then tonight I suddenly realized I had combined the two theories. I guess that might only be funny if you've ever spent waaaaayyy too many hours in a library studying physics but still never being good enough at it to actually graduate with a degree in it.)
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That is such a cute story, and I like the shirt. Thanks for posting.
The Schroedinger's cat theory has always bothered me, and I mean beyond the killing cats part. You know me, the realist, I always figures Schroedinger's cat really had more of a 95% death rate rather than the 50/50 alive vs dead thing. Really what is the likelihood of a cat being in a container with all of those toxic things and gadgets, that this feline would NOT mess up something in there and end up and killing itself. Then again what are the odds of the cat living when the person doing the test does not like cats enough to use rats in the first place. I give the cat a robust 5% chance of living because you know cats have nine lives and then there is the fact that a cat will NEVER do WHAT you want WHEN you want. But I never took physics ;)
The theory states that the cat can't be in the box for too long. I seem to recall the figure 1 hour. It has to be enough time for about 50% of the radioactive material to have decomposed. There has to be an equal chance that some radioactive particles DID hit the gieger counter or did NOT hit the gieger counter...
But I agree with you, my cat would never last too long in a closed box. Unless Vincent went in there of his own accord and then he'd be happy as a clam (or not) for at least an hour.
Funny! I haven't seen that episode yet, but I know you're talking about The Big Bang Theory because as you were describing it I thought that's something Sheldon and Leonard would be arguing about in an opening scene.
Love how kids think! And I love that you remember - have the time I think, "That was cute. I should post it. Then, I forget it."
I tried hard to remember our conversations. They say so many things that I forget most of them! I really hate it when I visit your kids because they say so many cute things. But because I'm not around them enough, it's all still so new that I can't pick just a single one thing to remember. Soooo many good memories slip by.
I blog about my nieces and nephews because I know their parents are too busy raising them to worry about the little things like cute things they say.
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