My elementary aged son has been working on a space station. More specifically, his gifted class has been constructing them. Not real ones—in case you’re wondering just how gifted this class is. Today the projects were due and the class took a field trip to talk to people in the industry and show them their space stations.
My first clue that my son is perhaps a bit too much like me: He put my cell phone in his room because one of the kids in his group wanted to call him at 4:30 a.m. to make sure he woke up and made it to the school in time to catch the bus that was leaving at 5:15.
My thought upon hearing this: Hmmm. Is this a new service that peer groups offer? Did he not mention to his schoolmates that he has an alarm clock?
When my husband asked my son if he needed to bring anything for the project, Son answered that no, his group made sure he brought all of his stuff early so he wouldn’t forget it.
My thought: Ohh, it all suddenly makes sense. Apparently he has inherited my concept of time instead of my husband’s.
This is a picture of what my husband, Techno-Bob’s* internal clock looks like. He can even look at the sun and tell you what time it is.
This is more what my internal clock looks like:
I can’t look at the sun at sunset and tell you what direction west is. (Or does the sun set in the east—I never can keep that straight.)
Come to think of it, Son does have a lot of my creativity and he has definitely inherited my husband’s math sense. With those two things working together–wow–he’s going to go far in life. Well, just as long as someone makes sure to call and wake him up before all those important presentations.
*Not his real name
PS. You can find either of these fine clocks on windandweather.com