Especially with Emma. We were at the grocery store last night and she was chatting up the clerk, like she always does. And then I hear her ask,
“Do you know what powers solar sails?”
I’m standing there trying to make sure the clerk doesn’t put meat on top of the bread and simultaneously trying to figure out where Emma heard about this. I’m also playfully guessing the answer.
“Solar wind?” I’m thinking that’s obvious, right?
“Nope!” Emma grins at me.
The clerk and I go back and forth, and eventually I have to remind her there’s no gravity in space. Emma finally ends our suffering by grinning hugely, opening her arms wide and declaring, “PHOTONS!”
“Photons?” I ask, “Seriously?”
I look at the clerk. She shrugs. “Hey, I’ve never even heard of the word before.”
“Oh, I have,” I assured the clerk, “I’m just wondering where SHE did.”
Today, we were over at the post office and I asked Emma if she thought our post mistress might know the answer. We went through the same stream of questions. At the end, Wanda looks at Emma and says, “How old are you again?”
And shakes her head.