Thursday, October 02, 2008
Overheard at the Junior Lego League Meeting
Teacher: and the projects are really about creativity, you know, thinking outside the box...
Boy 1: What box?
Boy 1: WHAT BOX, DADDY?
Dad (urgent stage whisper): The box inside your head.
Boy 1: I DON'T HAVE A BOX IN MY HEAD!
Boy 1 (to boy 2): I don't have a box in my head!
Boy 2: Boxhead!
Boy 1: I'm not a boxhead. You're a boxhead.
Boy 3 (laughing): boxhead...
And another figure of speech dies at the junior lego league meeting.
"Boxhead," however, should live on.
The JLL sounds like a good idea -- TB does love his legos. Who knows what contraptions he'll construct with a gaggle of buddies. "Look, Dad, it's a scale model of your lower intestine!"
Okay, probably not that.
In junior high we had a whole unit about physics and simple machines that we built USING LEGOS. It was possibly the best three weeks of my entire academic career. And possibly the only time I understood physics without hours upon hours of heat-beating frustration!
As a kid I had no idea.
My brother and I noticed all on our own that my half-Norwegian half-Swedish father had a big square head (more like a lego actually).
My wife noticed my big square head within a few weeks of starting dating.
I knew nothing of all this until an opening retreat at the University of Utah about 20 years ago. An older professor of Norwegian extraction noticed the shape of my head and asked where my family was from. He filled me in.