I tap on his door gently to wake him up at around 10:30 a.m. He told me he does not want to sleep all day; he's got homework to do before he goes to work at 4.
Hey, kiddo, it's time to wake up.
He yawns, stretches, and then gets this wild-eyed, panicked look...
IT'S COMING ALONG SOON! IT'S COMING ALONG SOON!
Ummm...it's coming along soon?
YES! IT'S COMING ALONG SOON!
What's coming along soon?
2√2y! (Pronounced, "2 root 2 y")
Errrr... 2√2y is coming along soon?
YES! IT'S COMING! ALONG! SOON!
There is another long pause, and then he looks at me angrily...
You have NO idea what I'm talking about, DO you?!
Sweetie, do YOU know what you're talking about?
There is another pause, and then the confusion clears...
Oh.My.God. It's that DAMN MATH PROBLEM I've been working on all night!!!
I couldn't help myself. I just burst out laughing.
HE'S DREAMING ABOUT MATH!
I couldn't be more proud.
