True to form, however, my five-year-old son was having difficulty focusing on anything in particular. How could a boy of that age (of any age) be expected to focus on what was happening beyond the glass? It was so much more entertaining to reach out and touch the people sitting next to him...and join in their conversations...and study his own two wiggling feet? See how easily they bounce off of the chair in front of us? I wonder why that man keeps turning around and glaring?
Truly unaware of how much Ethan was actually taking in, or not, I sat listening to the presentation. When the narrator arrived at the portion regarding the Pacific Octopus, it all became clear.
"...they are the masters of disguise," said the voice over the loud speakers.
"The skies?!" Ethan exclaimed in horror. An absolutely stricken look arranged itself across his face.
"You mean they can fly?"Oh, brother. I can't wait for a telephone call from his science teacher.
- 22 June 2008
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