“Okay, you start changing, and I’ll come back to check on you in a minute,” I said.
Hanging around while he changes almost guarantees he will waste time putting on the Benjamin show instead of changing into his pajamas. A carefully orchestrated series of distractions, it simultaneously entertains the boy and frustrates the parent.
“Hey, I could feel you talking in my dresser,” he said.
I noticed that his feet were propped up against the side of his dresser.
“You mean you could feel the vibrations in your feet while I talked?” I said, opening my throat more to make my voice resonate. I’m a sucker for pretty much any audience, so naturally I wanted to enhance his experience.
“It’s like, a lump of air came from your mouth and went into my dresser, and I felt it.”
I blinked. Part of me hit the ceiling.
“Yes, son, that’s right. The sound from my mouth pushes the air into waves and they go into other things and make them vibrate. Very good, Benjamin.”
“Okay, keep going. I’ll come right back.” I said.
I turned and walked away so he would start changing his clothes. My explanation probably wasn’t scientifically accurate, but I figured it would do in the moment. I didn’t have time to set up a wave lab like we did in high school physics.
I walked straight to the refrigerator scratch pad to jot down our conversation.