Sometimes Boy is rough with Girl, and she dobs him in.
"Boy pushyoo" "Boy bite yoo" "Boy 'mack yoo" etc
The other day I heard a thud and Girl started crying. From around the corner Boy appeared, arms wide in that universal gesture for "I didn't do it":
"It was gravity!"
He had to learn about gravity, because he needed to know why the Earth revolved around the sun.
"You know, it seems like the Earth is the centre of the solar system, but it really isn't, actually!"
Which then brings us to the rotation of the Earth.
But first.... yesterday Boy was getting violent and wouldn't stop. In desperation I pulled out my one punishment card: No books at bedtime. He didn't believe me, but was devastated when bedtime rolled on and he realised he'd have to go to bed with no stories.
So, this morning he's fiddling with something of mine, which I've asked him not to touch. He looks at me slyly:
"But, if I do this [twiddles something around] it'll make the world spin around faster and faster and then I'll have had my stories in bed tonight before I've done this"
Yes. Time travel.
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