The other day, I was walking through the family room when Crappy Boy ran up to me:
Random, but okay. Sure, I’ve heard of it.
I had no idea he was interested in buildings. I mean, architecture is fascinating and all so I’m not surprised.
He seems shocked that I’ve heard of it.
Now he’s getting excited. Too excited.
He asks if we can go there to see it. I say, “yeah, sure, maybe someday” seeing as it is on the other side of the country from us.
But then I start daydreaming about a family trip. Oh how educational it would be! If he is interested in the architecture of the Empire State Building, why, just think of what we could see if we traveled to NYC! It will be amazing!
Hey, let’s look at a map!
We study the map for a while and talk about how long it would take to get there and what else is there and all sorts of good stuff. I go on and on about old buildings and history.
He seems really interested! Almost too interested.
Then finally, I ask the obvious.
And he answers…
Ha ha, who says learning can’t come from comic books? (Or learning from poop, for that matter.)