He's Not a Brain Surgeon

Nine-year old spontaneously begins discussing the brain - naming the parts and their functions.  He admits to finding it interesting.  Pushy mom (me) suggests he might become a doctor.  No, he says.  But it would be fun to build a brain out of legos.

New plan . . . if the lego brain can actually think, then the kid's a genius.

Update:  both grandmothers asked the same question - whether he's going to be a doctor

Stuff I Say to My Kids

Sometimes I get it right.  I inform the kids of matters on which I have no actual knowledge, using only my common/mommy sense.  Shockingly, they listen.

For years, I've told them that the only thing that hurts more than getting a tattoo, is having it removed.   I, myself, do not have any tattoos and therefore have never had one removed.  But I can imagine.  Correctly.  Minutes ago, I heard an interview with Mark Wahlberg where he said that he is having his tattoos removed and has his children attend the procedures as a deterrent to their getting tattoos.

There's no need to send them any articles about Wahlberg and the pain.  The two eldest express disdain for tattoos.  They already know.