“The Original Domestic God Dishes On Kids, Geography And Life”

Winnie my beautiful Star Child!
Winnie my beautiful Star Child!

 

 

Winnie
Winnie

 

Not only am I the “Original Domestic God,” but I am also the “Original Domestic Grandfather” I love being a Papa and I am blessed that my two grandchildren live upstairs from my wife and I. Having little ones around has allowed me to see and experience the world again through their eyes and to truly see how comical and sometimes absurd the world of adults can seem to them. Grownup’s don’t always make sense and when I see what’s going on in the world around us, part of me wishes that children could run the global show as their beautiful little minds haven’t been polluted yet with the negative views and actions of their supposed “mature” teachers.

My granddaughter is four going on thirty and some of the conversations we have are very enlightening (for me anyway) and sometimes mind blowing. She began speaking at only nine months old and I’m not speaking of baby talk, but real words and actual sentences. It kind of frightened me at first, but I thought to myself; “If this kids going to be that smart, I’m going to teach her everything that I most possibly can.” The journey has been a little challenging, but also filled with genuine comedy and laughter at some of the things she says. (as it is with most little kids)

The other morning she came downstairs and told me she couldn’t go to school because she wasn’t doing good. I asked her what was wrong and she said; “I’m consummated!” Biting the insides of my cheek to prevent myself from bursting out laughing, I said; “Honey, I think the word you’re looking for is constipated not consummated!”  she looked at me like I had ten heads so I said to her; “Do you have a belly ache because you can’t poop?” She started laughing and said; “unhuh” “Then you’re c-o-n-s-t-i-p-a-t-e-d . . . so please don’t tell anyone you’re consummated.” I said chuckling. “Why Papa, what does consummated mean?” Instantaneously, I had a brain freeze and didn’t know what to say. So I said the only natural thing I could say; “Go ask your mother!” Hey, problem solved!

Next time I’ll tell you about the lectures she gave me about sound waves and how they work (complete with diagrams), volcanoes, caldera’s and lava as well as a brilliant lesson about comet’s, asteroids, planets and stars. Watch out kindergarten, you have met your match!

 

“Geography”

I’ll keep this short. My middle daughter is graduating from college in May with a degree in marketing. This is actually her third degree as she also has degrees in graphic design and business, but anyways, yesterday my daughter sent me a text message from one of her senior college classes with the words; “OMG, we have to do a project and we all had to pick countries to do the project on and practically no one in my class knew what a country was! They were like Australia, Africa, South America . . . my professor kept saying; those are continents, not countries. All I could do was shake my head in disbelief . . . Oh, I picked Finland LOL

My daughter goes to a very well known college and I don’t know where to place the blame for them not having a clue what a country is. Has our educational system seriously failed our kids that badly by not teaching geography? There’s no excuse for any student to not know what a country is! So, now that my rant is over . . . Do you think our entire educational system needs to be revamped?

What’s going to happen if (or should I say when) someday the “grid” goes down? What then? Will there be a bunch of morons running around without a clue?

Have a great day everyone! Peace!

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