While we waited (and waited) for the pediatrician on Monday, Simon and I had one of the funniest conversations ever. There’s not much to do in those examining rooms (besides imagine what could cause the horrible noises coming from the next room), so the conversation turned to body parts.
“Do I have a heart, Mommy?”
“Of course.”
“Where’s my heart?”
“It’s right here.” [I show him and put my ear against his chest.] “I can hear it.”
“Is it going lub-dub?”
“Yup, it sure is.”
“Do you have a heart?”
“Of course!”
“Where?”
“Right here.” [I show him and have him listen]
Then he asks about everyone in our family. “Does Daddy have a heart? Does Cambria have a heart?” You get the picture.
“Who doesn’t have a heart?”
“Well, everyone who’s alive has a heart, Simon. Oh, I know. Robots and droids don’t’ have hearts. So R2-D2 and C-3P0 don’t have hearts.”
“But what about Kenny Baker and Anthony Daniels?”
I lost it. And if you don’t know who they are, I understand completely. But do look up the names; I promise it’s worth it. And then ask yourself, is this normal?
For a future geek in training, hell yes. I speak from vast experience.
This is normal for a child of Matt Whitworth, only enhanced by the fact that the mother is Jessica Goldstein.
I was that way about the original Star Trek.