Son and I are sitting in the living room, watching television. The program mentions the US metals market, where commodities such as steel, gold, and silver are bought and sold. At the mention of one particular word, son (who has a thing for nuclear physics) sits bolt upright on the couch.
Son: What? There’s a place where you can buy uranium?
I already know what he’s thinking. (Note: this is the child who, when told he could not have a Tesla coil for Christmas last year, modified his Christmas list to include all the parts to make his own.)
Me: Not enriched uranium.
Son: (clearly disappointed) Oh. Well, what good is that?
Me: You’re going to grow up and take over some third world country, aren’t you.
Son: What would I want with a third world country?
True story. This is what happens in my life. How was your Wednesday night?