Grace was pushing Erik's buttons. To be fair she does it very well, as well as only an 8 year old can when dealing with an older brother. This particular instance - and there are many - took place in the car. Grace was asking Erik what French words meant, and he was getting irritated. Very irritated.
I finally turned around. Enough is enough.
You're in French Immersion, Grace, and Erik's strength is not languages. It's like me asking you - I racked my brain quickly for something that would stump her - what Newton's Laws are.
That's what I said. What she said (without missing a beat) was this.
An object in motion tends to stay in motion.
This is the really sad part: I had just tossed Newton's Law at her. I didn't actually know in that instant if what she said was one of them or not. It sounded right...why didn't I pay more attention in grade 10 physics?
And how the heck did she know anyway? (Grandpa, apparently. At the science museum in Vancouver.)
Erik saved my bacon.
And got his own back. That's just the third law, he told her. What's the first?
Just don't ask Mom. Contrary to popular belief, she doesn't know everything.