Miscellany

I woke up this morning to a little boy snuggling on top of me, limbs everywhere but hugs and kisses aimed correctly. My younger son is positively gangly, way taller than any six year old should be, and so can be a bit unwieldy at times, like after all the hugging and kissing when he went to get up and gave me a major knee to the crotch. I think I actually had balls for a moment, because it really hurt. Anyway, while we were lying there giggling about nothing at all, he ran his hand over his opposite arm. His arms are kind of bumpy, you know, the upper arm skin bumps. He said, "I can feel the atoms on my arm, Mom." I pointed out that while his fingers are highly sensitive as evidenced by the sensory homunculus, atoms are really just too small for us to feel.

Yesterday, I was at BJJ with a purple belt instructing. Our regular instructor was gone. After class, things got a little raunchy, as they are wont to do in a group of martial arts guys (or maybe any guys? Quite possibly.). At one point someone flashed the shocker, which positively confounded one of our blue belts, who is the nicest, kindest person I've ever met, and is also probably Amish. He was clearly unfamiliar with the fairly crass concept and asked the guys what that meant. Of course hilarity ensued, good natured of course because who couldn't love an Amish blue belt, and he continued to ask/insist to be told. Finally he said (exasperated), "Guys, just tell me verbally. You don't have to show me." Holy shit. That was funny.