A few weeks ago, when I was tucking Gabriel into bed, I noticed he had strung up some colorful bits of paper from the underside of the top bunk.
Me: This is nice. What did you make here?
Gabriel: It’s the planets!
Me (swelling ever-so-slightly with pride in my sharp-minded homeschooled boy): Oh, that’s neat! (I point to the one hanging by my nose) Which one is this?
Gabriel: That’s Hoth. (brief pause while my mind realizes it’s in a completely different solar system and tries to reorient itself). And that one’s Naboo. And there’s Tatooine….
Moral: never assume your son is anything more than a Star Wars crazed seven-year-old. Even if he is homeschooled.