I’ve decided my son will be on Jeopardy someday. He’s always been bright, but as he’s gotten a bit older, I’ve realized that maybe it’s not that he’s gifted as much as he’s an information sponge. I don’t know. The point is that up until recently he preferred non-fiction books over fiction. His favorite television show as a preschooler was Popular Mechanics for Kids. I think he’s read every Magic School Bus book at least 10 times. He collects maps of places he’s been that are now held together by Scotch tape because of their constant use. I couldn’t even get him to eat his breakfast this morning because he was busy naming the largest rivers in the world.
We’ve always tried to encourage this love of learning. He’s a different child when his mind is engaged. The past three years I’ve homeschooled him for half days because of some special needs. We journeyed through World History for two years and spent the last semester studying American History. Can I admit that I’ve learned more about our country’s history in the past six months then I did in 16 years of school?!
So it was natural for us to want to take him to Washington, D.C. I believe it’s another layer in his learning process. Of course, that’s not really what we had in mind when I had to explain our First Amendment rights and circumcision to my nine year old while walking past protestors on the Capitol lawn….yeah, that’s an interesting story… I felt like I was in an episode of Arrested Development with Lindsay Bluth Fünke at the H.O.O.P. fundraiser!
Just to prove I was on the trip 🙂
I laughed as Jonah sat down on the steps of the Capitol building with a sad look on his face and started singing one of our favorite Schoolhouse Rock songs:
“I’m just a bill
Yes, I’m only a bill
And I’m sitting here on Capitol Hill
Well, it’s a long, long journey
To the capital city
It’s a long, long wait
While I’m sitting in committee
But I know I’ll be a law someday
At least I hope and pray that I will
But today I am still just a bill.”
The World War II Memorial is meaningful to my family. My grandfather, who lived in Ohio for much of his life, was on the U.S.S. West Virginia that was attacked at Pearl Harbor.
We missed the cherry blossoms by about one week. Big bummer! Someday…
It was 5:45 p.m. We hadn’t had dinner, we’d walked at least seven miles, and we were heading into a museum with no food and drinks allowed. What do we do? We get frozen yogurt, of course!
Street performers needed Jonah’s help.