Both of us chewed our bites as we looked at the crispy rice bar package.
“Why is there a 2-8-9 right there?” Ben said.
“That says 28 grams. That’s how much it weighs.”
“How much it weighs?”
“Well, actually, that’s the mass.”
“What is mass?”
I was fortunate that after just a few seconds of silence, the boy changed the topic. I enjoyed high school physics as much as any other class, but I wasn’t prepared to explain mass to a kindergartner.
I’m pretty sure I know just the man who would have been up to the task, if anybody. He happens to be the boy’s maternal grandfather, and we have visual proof that he has addressed small children at least once.
This note was made by a second grader (click to enlarge), and the proper salutation would have addressed Shannon’s dad as “Dr.,” but we’re not here to quibble over such details. I blurred out anything that would implicate the innocent.
It makes me glad that even today kids still use crayons and pencils, because who knows where a jpg will be in 33 years?