The Young Relative announced over dinner tonight that has an upcoming book report to write about his choice of a Nobel Prize winner. His favorite subject being gym, he grumbled when he learned that there is, in fact, no Nobel Prize in Sports. I suggested that perhaps he could find a Nobel Laureate in Medicine whose research contributed to improved athletic performance.
"Oh, yeah," he said, his tone indicating that he was actually slightly impressed with the idea and was not rejecting it out of hand.
He's also busy acting in a class play based on "The Prince and the Pauper" (they are looking for a live piglet as a co-star), studying the causes of the American Revolution and learning about the parts of a cell. Something clicked in the back of my brain and I said, "Ah, yes, like the endoplasmic reticulum?"
Once again I got a not-unimpressed glance from him. Not even a single "stupid," the adjective du jour among the jaded middle-school set. A red-letter day indeed!
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