We have completed week one of Operation: Summer Learning, meaning we went to the library and checked out some books on simple machines. All week long, we've been reading about levers and pulleys and wedges.
Although this appears to be the overzealous efforts of a mother that really needs to get over herself and her precious snowflake of a child, I swear to you, he loves it.
One of his books talked about the siphoning of the water in a toilet tank, and, I shit you not, we spent a good forty minutes watching the water do its thing with each flush.
While we drive, he asks the best questions---about day and night, about the different colors of the sky, about the mechanism of my stick shift.
I have to start reading up, because I'm presently making up about fifty percent of my answers.
He reminds me of my brother, who was a bit of a mad scientist himself. He used to run around the house in a costume lab coat, mumbling about "gigawats." (Thank you, Back to the Future).
Owen, well....look for yourself.
As an English major, I hope he continues this scientific (and profitable) line of thinking.
After all, he may be selecting my nursing home someday.