Some polaroids from a quick shoot back in April! (and we’re back!)
(25.4.2014)
Got in an argument with an 8 year old the other day. He was saying time travel was totally impossible. I was like WHAT. We were driving. This was me, staring straight ahead, 10-and-2-ing it, shouting into the windshield. He was in the backseat, stuffed between my kids. He says Yes it’s totally impossible, no way it could ever happen, something about there’s no way to speed up our leptons fast enough. I’m like SAYS WHO. He says Some guy on the radio. Well, there we go. I roll my eyes. I mean you’re going to make a sweeping declaration like that, have sources, pal. I started telling him something about 10 years ago and iPhones, which went nowhere. Kid had no frame of reference. I mean yes I know that I should not be interrogating my son’s best friend on a comment he made in passing during their own little conversation. And I mean I know he’s probably right. I’m not arguing that time travel DOES exist. I’m just saying, the larger principle here. How you are going to be 8 years old and already refusing to believe. AND: and. You want to hang out with my kids, don’t be introducing that nonsense around them. We celebrate time travel at our house. And ghosts. And metal ninjas, actually. I mean who knows, that’s the thing. That’s like the core value of my entire belief system. Who knows. And he’s attacking it. It’s just not in me to let something like that slide. But so fine, kid, I don’t want to live in your world, EVER. You’d still be welcome in ours.
