Of course, many geniuses become mad scientists…
A Living Room Conversation Between Father And Daughter
My 15-year-old: Hey, Skippy?
Skippy (That’d be me.): (Sighing.) If you need money, you’ve picked the wrong summer.
Sarah: No kidding! I have more money than you do this year – and I don’t even have a job! I have a question.
Me: In that case, what can I do for you, kid?
Sarah: The word “extraordinary”, what exactly does it mean?
Me: Let’s put it this way, your mother never uses it when she speaks of me.
Sarah: So it means above average?
Sarah: But when you break it down, it actually means “extra ordinary”. So shouldn’t it actually mean twice as ordinary?
Me: (Pondering just where the kid’s genius sprang from.) Well, when you put it that way… yes. But according to every teacher you’ll ever deal with… it doesn’t.
Sarah: How do you like that? For once I didn’t have to leave the room to find Mom while you sat there with a strange look on your face. Good going, Skippy!
Me: You do realize I’ll be mobile again someday, don’t you?
Sarah: You don’t scare me, Skippy.
Me: I know where you sleep and I stay up later, kid.
Sarah: Good luck. By the way, I read your book again last night.
Me: Oh yeah?
Sarah: Yeah. It was extraordinary.
In that moment I realized how razor thin the line between pride and revulsion is…