I love that you can say something incredibly intellectual to a child and, the instant they realize they don’t understand it (which is usually while you’re talking), their mind switches to something that interests them. I love that. There’s no sense of frustration with the unrecognized, just indifference. You could talk about the non-reality of corporeal bodies and the kid will respond, “let’s play Battleship!” And then you’ll think for the whole night about what it means that a child does that, maybe even a little proud of your cerebral nature, but that kid’s going to go to bed thinking about being a spaceman and he’ll be a thousand times happier than you.

I don't know why, but I really felt like telling someone that.