Bryan in bullet points
- He maintains a count on how many kisses on the lips Chris and I each get so he can keep it fair. If Chris is out of town, no kisses on the lips for me.
- He's fascinated with numbers. The book he got for his birthday says it has 63 pages, but that's wrong. It actually has 72. He knows. He counted.
- He writes stories. He's kind of limited by his repertoire of spellable words. He just learned to spell "thief" and is really excited about the new possibilities for his writing.
- We spent the night at the zoo for his birthday. A line of older kids all took turns touching elephant poop. When it was his turn he said, "No thank you." I hope that trend extrapolates.
- An hour or so later, he tried to lay down on the floor of the reptile house and go to sleep. He combines his father's talent for knowing when he's tired with my talent for being able to sleep anywhere, which I think could qualify him for some kind of sleeping Olympics.
- He's obsessed with Legos. He has his Lego birthday requests planned out through his tenth birthday.
- He's going to invent a spaceship that travels faster than the universe is expanding. It has to go faster than the universe is expanding or else you could always be traveling right at the edge and never break out. He will then travel outside the universe and see what's there. He expects to find:
- More universes - probably there are 5 or 6 altogether.
- God. He will see his body but not his face because if you look at his face, you die.
- Side note, the verse in the Bible that says "For you brought nothing into the world (Bryan translates world as universe here), and you will take nothing out of it" does not have to be true - your spaceship.
- He gave Rand a chess lesson, fully expecting to then play a game of chess with him.
- He figures that in the summer, Earth is close to the sun, so it's hot. In winter, Earth is far from the sun, which must imply it's close to Pluto because Pluto is also far from the sun. Snow on Earth comes from snowballs shot at us by Pluto.
Someday I may get homeschool credit I don't deserve for his love of learning. The truth is, I just have to not beat it out of him. I think I could put him in room with paper, pencil and an assortment of decent books, and he would educate himself.
Happy birthday, little man. Save me a seat in your spaceship.