So Calvin says to me tonight, “Mom, you’re really clever, even though you’re old.”
He almost had me. It was so close. But he followed it up with this beauty:
“You have so many things in your head. I don’t have as many things in my head. Not yet. As you get old, you get more knowledge and it all fits in your head. So a person’s head always fits their knowledge.”
My Calvin with his unique and wonderful brain can come up with things that give me pause. How does it all fit in there? I don’t know. Our feet grow, but our heads don’t. Weird, right? You’d think if anything would grow it would be your head to accommodate the wealth of information, the daily memories being saved for later use, the sounds and textures and smells of a lifetime. It’s such a cool observation. Cool and twisted.