The Greatest

Meyer was putting his dishes in the dishwasher, something he tends to avoid with every fiber of his being.  In this case, he was rushing to get everything put away as fast as possible to return to whatever other activity was more interesting at the time.  Basically, pretty much anything.

He tossed his butter knife in, which somehow clattered around and then stuck straight up from a slot where it got wedged.  He was very excited.

"HEEEEEYYYY!  Dad, look at that!  This is the greatest thing that's ever happened to me."

I thought about that for a moment.  "Really?!  THAT is the greatest thing that ever happened to you?"

"Well, the greatest thing that involves the dishwasher."

Meyer v9.8

I took Meyer to see Shazam! (which was quite good) last Sunday morning, and on the way back he was comparing it to all the other superhero movies he's seen.  He likes to rank things.  It came in tied for #2 with Captain Marvel, behind Aquaman which remains the gold standard for superhero movies.  I asked him if he thought anything would ever knock Aquaman out of #1.

"I don't know, I mean I guess I have about...oh, 50 more years of watching movies before I don't watch them any more."

"What do you mean?  Why would you stop watching them?"

"Well, I mean some day you get old and you don't watch the same movies you did when you were a kid.  I figure I have about 50 years before that."

I told him "I think you can pretty much watch whatever you want for as long as you want.  If you want to watch super hero movies for the rest of your life, you can."

"So maybe I can watch them for...another 91 years.  If I live to be a hundred."

"You might live to be older than that.  People are living longer all the time."

"So maybe I can live to be TWO HUNDRED."

"Well, I don't know about that.  Maybe a hundred and twenty?  I don't know."

Meyer thought about that for a bit.  Then, "I wish they could upgrade people to live longer about...two years every year.  Then I might make it to two hundred if they start when I'm 50." 

Everybody Knows

Meyer and I had a conversation tonight in which the following facts were presented as indisputable:

- Of course time travel is possible (everybody knows).
-Scientists just haven't figured it out yet.
- But they know it's possible.

Meyer's not sure what he's going to do first when it's finally invented.

And 5 Years Go By Like THAT

Meyer and I have gotten into the habit of reading before bed. Whatever book he's reading, wherever he's at in the book, I'll jump in and read to him for awhile before he goes to sleep. Beforehand, he almost always tries to squeeze in a little basketball with the hoop he has mounted on one of his closet doors. I'm waiting for the inevitable crash when he tears a door down.

 Tonight, I tried to get comfortable in his beanbag chair with the book while he was still trying to dunk. He likes to show me different tricks and fancy dunks that he works out. As I was lying there, the ball bounced my way and I grabbed it and tried to shoot over him.

 "WAIT, DAD. Shoot over me and let me try to block you. I've never felt what it's like to block before."

 I'm lying down, so this is a new perspective for him. I throw it up a few times and he tries to block it, but the angles are off.

 "Hold on, just shoot it normal and I'll block it."

 So I do, and he spikes the ball into the corner. He gets this kind of low reverence in his voice.

"Aww, man. That felt really good."