We sat where a tribe sat a thousand years before us, listening to a tour guide, instead of tribal leaders. Sitting in an amphitheater, sheltered from the wind, we could here the tour guide perfectly as she whispered. I was content to bask in the sunlight on sun-warmed stones. Tornado S’s teacher was equally content as she sat by me.
Me: (after the tour guide finished speaking and we began to move along.) Tornado E would love this.
The teacher: Why?
Me: The kid sun basks more than any kid I know. I call him the Lizard King. (She laughed. I nodded to Tornado S as he made his way along with the group.) We named Tornado S The Absent-minded professor. Professor for short.
The teacher: (laughed) Ohmygod. It fits him. Perfectly. What’s Tornado A’s name?
The teacher: (laughed) His teacher says he’s very bright.
Me: That’s the problem. You shouldn’t laugh. You’ll get him in your classroom in a few years.
The teacher: The fifth grade teachers asked Tornado E who was smarter, him or his brother? You know what he said?
Me: Hmmm. I know what most kids would say.
The teacher: He said his brother.
The teacher: I know. I thought it was sweet.
Me: Me too.
You know. I think my boys are pretty awesome.