Blah blah blah

Our son (10) brings home his school report.

He: ‘To sum it up, I have received top scores from basically all subjects, except for ‘free discussion’, from which I got a 3 in a scale of 5.’

Me: ‘How come?’

He: ‘Some of my classmates receive better scores, but they talk about all kinds of pointless blabla, while I only speak when I have something to say.’

Me: ‘But when is this class? Morning or during the day? And what are the topics? And you have to prepare? And..’

He: ‘I have said everything about this subject.’

Me: ‘Ok, I think I get it.’

This is also Belgium

I just love multiculturalism.

On Sunday I had a discussion with a papa, whose daughter goes for chess in the same club with my son. The man is originating from India, and we often see each other in the cafeteria.

He: ‘Are you Flemish? I can’t tell – you look like one, but you speak English here..’

Me: ‘I am Hungarian. ..Were you already born in Belgium?’

He: ‘No, still back in India. So, Hungary…well, sorry, all I know of the country is that it has its own unique language, and used to belong to the communist block…’

Me: ‘No worries. In exchange, all we know about India is that it is 1 country…a nice big country, though..’

He: ‘That’s right. The size of Europe. I, for example, have never been in our capital.. I see you are also a fan of clichés.. ‘

Me: ‘Absolutely. Anyway, what do you work in Belgium?’

He: ‘I am a space engineer, working for the European Space Agency.’

Me: ‘Oh, you must then be frequently visiting the Mars.’

He: ‘Not so often any more, I don’t have much free time, so only at the weekends. Where do you work?’

Me: ‘At a bankinsurer.’

He: ‘Then you must be terribly rich!’

Me: ‘ Oh, don’t even mention. We’ve just recently changed at home our gas heating for burning paper – in order to get rid of the piles of banknotes.’

He: ‘Okay, I see chess has finished, the children are returning. Continue next Sunday?’

Me: ‘Fine, see you next Sunday.’

Testing and validating conceptual models

Today, biking to school with my 9-yr-old son:
He (on a painful voice): ‘OOOUCCH!!!! My back hurts very much!!’
Me (with a worried look): ‘Let’s stop immediately, so I can check! Where exactly does it hurt?’
He: ‘Where my bag-pack touches it.’
(…In a short while…)
Me: ‘Walter. What is the precise purpose of carrying a tree trunk with you?’
He: ‘Ooohh THAT one! I totally forgot about that! I collected it yesterday in the school yard, so I can poke my sister with it.’
Me: ‘Walter – do you think it is a good idea?’
He: ‘Yes. It works.’
Ma, iskolába bicajozás közben Walter (9) fájdalmas arccal:
“AUUÚ, nagyon fáj a hátam!!”
Én (aggodalmasan): “Álljunk meg gyorsan, megnézem mi az. …Pontosan hol fáj?”
Walter: “Ott, ahol a hátizsák hozzáér.”
(…Néhány másodperc múlva…)
Én: “Walter. Pontosan milyen okból hordasz magadnál egy fatörzset?”
Walter: “Ja AZ! El is felejtkeztem róla! Tegnap gyűjtöttem az iskolaudvaron, hogy majd Noémit bökdöshessem vele.”
Én: “Walter – szerinted ez jó ötlet?”
Walter: “Igen. Működik.”

Everyday science

My son (9) (upset, towards his sister, pointing at her hairbrush left on the bathroom counter):
‘Get rid of your DNA, will you?’
Now my son is either 100% pure STEM profile, or he secretly watches CSI episodes at night.
Walter (9) (feldúlt hangon, nővére gondatlanul előlhagyott hajkeféjére mutatva a fürdőszobában):
“Noémi, bocs, de sürgősen csinálj valamit a DNA-ddal, mert ez így gusztustalan.”
A gyerek most vagy tényleg nem humán műveltségű, vagy éjjelente titokban a CSI epizodjait nézi.