We Have THINKING!

The Wife and I were discussing the grill. She’s a little attached to it because she originally got it back when she and I were still dating. It is now showing it’s age, but bears it well. I mentioned that our next one is going to be a Big Green Egg because, well, they’re awesome.

She then defended the honor of our current grill, pointing out how old it was and that it still works very well and does a good job cooking. It’s a Weber propane grill, but I can’t remember the model at this point. Silver line maybe? Anyway, she went on to note that we use it year round, as long as there isn’t snow on it.

“You mean, like, 3 feet of snow?” I snarked, in reference to the ridiculousness that was this past Winter. She smiled and nodded.

The boy then jumped in, “Is this how big 3 feet is Dad?” He was holding his hands about 16 inches apart. I told him “Naaaa” and vertically held my hands roughly 3 feet apart.

His eyes went wide as he pondered that much snow, and then he began to ask a question, “Is that taller than…”

And then, it happened.

He actually, really truly, thought. And I know he did because he did it out loud: “No, that can’t be taller than me because I’m over 4 feet tall and 3 is less than 4.”

I almost fell out of my chair. The occasion was momentous. It was the first time I’d witnessed him answer one of his one questions. The kind of question that, if he did think for a second, he’d realize the answer on his own. The kind of throw away question that he’s been peppering the Wife and I with since he became old enough to ask questions.

Wow.

And it only took 7 years.

Does this mean my job is done?