There’s been little question for some time that Peter has a
unique way of looking at the world. I won’t go as far as to say that he is
brilliant, though I clearly think he is. I’m afraid many will think that I am
biased. Maybe I am. Maybe I just don’t hang out with a lot of six year-olds
(which is also true).
As we were walking back from sledding last week, Peter asked
me how we breathe. He asked me what would happen if we forgot to breathe. I
told him that we couldn’t forget to breathe, because breathing is an
involuntary action, something your brain tells your body to do without you
having to think about it. I thought a moment then corrected myself. Breathing
could be both voluntary and involuntary, because you can hold your breath when you
go underwater.
Peter asked me how we think. I tried to explain that our
brain is made up of millions of cells called neurons that send electrical impulses
to one another, and that these impulses carry thoughts. He asked me how we see,
and I tried to explain that there were receptors in your eyes that transformed
light and images into electrical signals for our brain to read. He then told me
that his eyes are the windows to his brain. Yes, Peter. Yes, they are.
This morning, Peter flipped through a book on the universe
that he had checked out of the library and asked me what super-novas and
quasars were. I tried to explain that after a star died and collapsed in upon
itself, it exploded, going ‘super-nova’, and that quasars were clouds of stars
deep in space.
“Can spaceships fly though quasars?”
“Yes.”
“Can they fly through stars?”
Me, “No.”
So why can’t spaceships fly through quasars when they can
fly through stars? Crap, I don’t know. Any answer is predicated on the
assumption that one believes ships fly through space, but I believe it is
better to answer theoretical questions with theoretical answers, rather than
tell him there’s no such things as spaceships. I believe his questions deserve
answers. Let it be someone else’s job to tell him there’s no such thing as the
tooth fairy, Easter Bunny, or space travel.
Pete—as you probably know by now—is our early riser. When we
lived in India, he would get up at 5:00 every morning and draw Star Destroyers.
The thing was: All his drawings were in perfect three-dimensional perspective.
He can look at a picture in a Star Wars book, and reproduce it perfectly from
memory many days or weeks later.
After we left India, Peter got into the bad habit of putting
his fingers in his mouth. Come to find out, he had molars coming in, but it
didn’t stop me from constantly reminding him not to put his fingers in his
mouth. He replied, “My fingers are keeping my teeth company.” Which left me wondering where he
comes up with this stuff.
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