Saturday, March 08, 2003 Karen, have you seen my motion sensors?
Today the child I live with asked me this, then went to mix sand and food colloring in a pail, which he left on the kitchen counter, where it sits even now. "His grandfather was a chemist," the child's father said. "Dad," said the child, "I need the salt now, and I need my motion sensors." I haven't been able to explain to Little Precious that my name isn't Karen. He's a sweet kid, but I worry about one with such a tenous grasp on logic and reality having such free acess to scientific equipment. He really does have motion sensors, and all kinds of other electronic crap. "His mother was an electrician," his father explains. ( She had another career, but I don't think the dad wants his boy to follow in her footsteps. Maybe I'll explain in another post. For now, I think it's sufficient to say that she was once featured on Unsolved Mysteries.)
In the interest of encouraging scientific aptitude, dad gives child a fairly generous allowance and takes him to Radio Shack every week. In a way, I applaud him for dreaming big, and for being really supportive of his kid. The thing is, I feel like little Dylan Klebold got his start that way.
In truth, the kid is nowhere near as sinister as any Columbine misfit. He's more like Calvin, star of Calvin and Hobbes and numerous pro-urination decals. He's mischeivous, bright, and weird, weird, weird. Maybe one out of 100 times I go into the bathroom, I find the sink filled with shampoo or bath gel. His dad has explained that this is just another way of experimenting.
Also in the manner of Calvin, he pees on things other than toilets or urinals. The television doewnstairs does not turn on or off without a remote control, because tehre was a little incident last fall, and apparrently a sufficent amount of urine corrodes plastic enough so that it disintegrates.
Soon, I think I'm going to have to post some backstory about why I live with this special needs child in this godforsaken corner of Delaware. posted by Frenz | 3/08/2003 02:43:00 AM
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