I had the kids most of the weekend [Edit: upon reflection, that is worded poorly, as it makes it sound as if they normally are with my ex. I am in fact still on my first wife, though she inexplicably does not like it when I introduce her that way. She is the senior class advisor at the school where she teaches, and spent most of the weekend preparing for Homecoming, which like so much of high school life is far more elaborate than back in my day: hence my single Dad routine], and took the opportunity to work on their indoctrination. Being a sneaky SOB, I did this by putting on Cosmos (the Tyson one, not the real one with Carl Sagan) and suggesting that they would be welcome to join me if they wished. Fifteen minutes into the first episode they were both hooked.
The second episode focuses on evolution. In it Tyson explains that, for all that we know about evolution, we don’t know how life began. My younger one then piped in dismissively, proclaiming that everyone knows that God made us. There is no conflict between my understanding of science and theology, but this seems a bit abstract for a six year old. So I let it pass, for another day. In other words, the coward’s way out. Good to know that she is paying attention in Sunday School, though.
Then last night I let them stay up late to see the beginning of the lunar eclipse. I was surprised that neither had any idea what an eclipse is. I probably shouldn’t be. I probably didn’t at their age. But they pick up all sorts of concepts, including science. I have largely gone beyond being surprised by stuff they know to being surprised at stuff like not knowing about eclipses.
Does it reflect poorly on me that I wonder how a lunar eclipse affects werewolves?