And Then Sometimes I'm Not ...

Yesterday, after impressing me with his propensity for geometry, Sam jolted me back to reality with this little question:

"If I jumped off our house holding Woo (his crocheted blanket/lovey) would I float to the ground like it was a parachute?"

"No," I told him not missing a beat. "You'd stay in the air for a minute or two until you realized there was no ground under you, then you'd look down, panic, hold up a small sign that said "Help me" and you'd plummet to the ground, leaving only a little puff of dirt."

Thank you Wile E. Coyote.