Daniel: When I grow up, I want to be an astronaut.
Me: Good for you. Do you know what you need to be an astronaut?
Daniel (doubtfully): A space ship?
Me: Well, yes, but do you know what you need to do now so that you can be an astronaut when you grow up?
Daniel: Buy a space suit?
Me: Mmm, no, I meant work very hard at your maths.
Daniel: Like what’s 1+1?
Me: Exactly.
Him: Only harder than 1+1. That’s very easy.
Me: Yes, that’s right.
Him: Maybe as hard as 8+5? That’s a very hard one, even I don’t know that.
I think I have given him the impression that astronauts are examined on their tables before they are let into a space ship.
Ah well, I’m sure a thorough knowledge of times tables would be a useful skill when floating round space. You could chant them to stay awake for example.
Don’t you need to start as a fighter pilot? Or is that just for the person who drives?
Aw.
Exactly Lucy. The wisdom of mothers.
TM, do you really? Shouldn’t have thought he’d get much practice at that here before he goes to Florida (or where ever the European Space Programme is based – Guinea Bissau?) also, he wears glasses, a bad sign, I feel.
You’re such a softie, QoP. You should have seen him hitting his brother over the head with a hurley earlier in the day.