A good grasp on history.

N, to me, holding a piece of hemp/silk charmeuse:  If you could go back in time and you brought along some of this silk, then you could sell it for a lot of money.  You’d be rich.  That is, if someone didn’t kill you first.

The things we overhear…

5-y-o T:  N, are you gonna die?  Are you gonna die?

8-y-o N: I don’t know.  But I know that you’re stuck to me.

T: And I can’t get away!  Ha ha ha ha!


T: N, will you please read this to me?  Will you please read this to me?  READ THIS TO ME!  … Read doesn’t mean play, it means read.  Will you please read this to me?

So that’s how it works!

N, running down the stairs chasing his brother: I’m combining technology with magic! Beep Beep Abracadabra! Beep Beep Abracadabra!