We began dinner with a reference to our fourth grader’s birthday party. His friend made quite an impression by rapidly gulping down a bottle of water and burping.
“He’ll be good when he has to shot-gun a beer,” remarked my husband.
“What’s that?” all three boys wanted to know.
So, Dad described how to shot-gun a beer. The speed of the pour.
“That’s disgusting!” said two out of three. But the third claimed his friends shot-gunned Coca-Cola. Easy for one. The other spewed soda everywhere.
Then… Politics. Hollywood. Moral corruption. Innocent before proven guilty. The power of political parties.
We hit them all, but…
How in the world did the conversation end with our eighth grader commenting, “I sometimes get confused between Aristotle and Socrates”?