I did some heavy research so as to be prepared for "Mommy, why is
the sky blue?"
HE asked me about black holes in space.
(There's a hole *where*?)
I boned up to be ready for, "Why is the grass green?"
HE wanted to discuss nature's food chains.
(Well, let's see, there's ShopRite, Pathmark...)
I talked about Choo-Choo trains.
HE talked internal combustion engines.
(The INTERNAL COMBUSTION ENGINE said, "I think I can, I think I can.")
I was delighted with the video game craze, thinking we could compete
HE described the complexities of the microchips required to create
Then puberty struck. Ah, adolescence.
HE said, "Mom, I just don't understand women."
-- Betty LiBrizzi, "The Care and Feeding of a Gifted Child"
Being schizophrenic is better than living alone.