Alice paused a recent conversation on genetics for clarification.
What? You don’t talk to your five year-old child about recessive genes, alleles, and zygotes? Slacker.
“Before, when you were talking about genies,” she began, “I was picturing two genies: a brown one and a hazel one. And the brown genie and the hazel one flew into each other and whichever one hit first won!”
Sigh. I hate for reality to destroy that phenomenal visual image. Alas, I privileged truth over novelty, telling my clever munchkin, “Actually, it is ‘genes.’ But I like genies!”
She graciously allowed, “Well, you can pronounce it ‘genies’ too!”
Thank goodness. Life is a helluva lot more interesting when viewed through the eyes of The Kidling. Facts are suffocating.
* Yeah, so it doesn’t really work. So what?! Accuracy is no fun at all.