where wildly different is perfectly normal
My inner child is a 12 year old boy and my 12 year old son won’t play with me
My inner child is a 12 year old boy and my 12 year old son won’t play with me

My inner child is a 12 year old boy and my 12 year old son won’t play with me

A had a class at the planetarium today. It’s no Air and Space Museum, but it’s a good little museum on a beautiful piece of land out in the lake. The biggest PITA downside is that it took us over 2 hours to get there this morning and over an hour to get home this afternoon. I’m pooped.

Before the class he and some of the other kids meandered through the exhibits. I caught up to them at the different stations about the planets (no Pluto, natch).

Me: “Hey, A! Uranus is over there!”
A: <blank look>
Me: “Uranus! It’s over there! See? Might wanna take care of that!”
A: <shakes head>

A good Uranus joke is lost on my child. Sigh.

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