Questions Posed by a Grandson

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Questions Posed by a Grandson

Written by Luz Leigh - July 2007

Have you ever had a child or grandchild ask you a question that just stumped you for a minute? I have experienced that a few times in the past twenty-four hours. My nine-year-old grandson, Tommy, spent some time with me. I love for him to visit. He is big enough to care for himself, but young enough to still think I just might know more than he does.

But, I'm afraid I am beginning to slip in the intelligence category. As we were looking through a cookbook for a recipe, he asked, "What is caramel made from?" Well, you know what? I had never thought about it. I just go to the store and purchase a package of caramel candies when I need to use caramel in a recipe. We turned to the computer to help us in search of the answer. We read page after page about caramel, learning much. Now, if you want to know what it is made from, go research it as I did. I will not make it easy on you.

We talked of quail and pheasant hunting. We do not have pheasant growing in the wild here in this part of Texas; at least I am not aware of any. So, he wanted to know why pheasant is not a native bird here. Back to the computer for the answer. I must admit, we got so engrossed in looking at photos of those beautiful birds, we forgot what we were supposed to be researching. Now, since I smarted off in the previous paragraph, I doubt anyone will respond to this and tell me why we have no pheasants here.

For more years than I can remember there has been a one dollar bill sticking inside the glass cover of an old fashioned clock that I have ... one that chimes on the hour. He has seen it all his life, but yesterday he chose to ask why it was there and how long had it been there. Answer: more years than I can remember and I have no idea why it was put there, nor by whom. We carefully opened the glass, and removed the very brittle piece of paper. I knew that it was only a "half dollar" because someone had torn it before placing it there. While he was looking at it, I explained this was a bill that was a silver certificate, not a Federal Reserve note. Ooops. Now he wanted know the exact difference in the two. I was able to answer that one. Thank goodness for that accounting class years ago.

Later in the evening we were reading something a friend had posted on his website. A joke in which the word economist was used. I knew it. Tommy was going to ask, "What's an economist?" Now how do you explain that to a nine year old? I hesitated just a minute, and then said, "That is someone who studies economics." He grinned and said, "You don't know what it is either, do you?" I had to admit that I know what the word means but I can't explain it. Have you ever had that happen to you?

By this time I was feeling a little overwhelmed by the knowledge I lack. We tried playing Bible trivia and I did a little better there, but was no genius. Before he returns for another visit, I plan to have a list of items we will discuss ... simple things with simple words. No, I won't do that because I love to see the look in his eyes as the wheels of thought and reasoning are turning in that little head of his. But I know for a fact, if I want to know ANYTHING about baseball, all I need do is ask him. He is a walking encyclopedia of baseball facts. Not just what team is in first place in the conference, or who will be playing whom on that particular day, but facts that many adults have never considered.

I decided it was bedtime ... not so much for him, but for me. My mind needed rest.


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