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."