On the rocks
My oldest son is working on a new project in science – all about the different kind of rocks. He told me about it the other day, and it sounded pretty cool.
I love that the kids are doing all these projects in school. I think it’s a fantastic way to learn. There’s a danger, though, that details get missed.
“So, you’re studying geology?” I asked.
“Nah. Just rocks.”
“Huh,” I said, doing my best to not sound either smug or superior. “And what’s that called?”
He looked at me like I was an idiot. “Rocks. You know. Rocks. Igneous, sedimentary. . . Rocks.”
“So your teacher didn’t say anything about geology?”
“This isn’t geology. It’s rocks.”
“Geology is the study of rocks,” I said, exasperated.
“I don’t think so.”
“What do you mean you don’t think so?”
“Actually,” my wife said. “We’re studying rocks in my class, too. It’s called petrology.”
“Yeah,” my son said. “I think that’s it.”
Schools: 1, Dad: 0.