Yesterday I had a 30 minute conversation with Bonham about a song and why the title of it wasn’t the words that were in the chorus.
The night before it was 20 minutes on why a band-aid helps a cut heal…which turned into stitches and when they are given and why and how.
When he asked if a camp counselor would be back next summer, my answer of “maybe” wasn’t enough. Why didn’t I know? Who did know? Why did no one know for sure? What did I mean that they hadn’t signed up the staff yet? What did that mean? When would they do it….
When he plays a game he wants to add the score himself..no matter what.
When he is getting ready for camp or school and you ask him a question, he must stop what he is doing so he can fully answer you.
If you send him into his room to get ready, you need to remind him a few times…otherwise you will find him 10 minutes later still in PJs looking at his map.
No word, sentence, observance is glossed over. He works them all over in his mind for minutes, hours, weeks. He likes to let things marinate in there a while and then pull them out when you least expect it to ask a follow up question.
He has a hypothesis for everything….”well, what I think is…” and even if you actually know the answer, you must convince him that you are not just guessing or saying maybe, but that what you are telling him is fact and that his hypothesis, in this case, is incorrect.
He must be exhausted from all the thinking he does. I know I am.
But I love it. He is one crazy amazing kid.
Sorry. I just felt the need today to type this.