Chatting with Jim.
Exploiting my child through labour , young Jim was at work with me today.
I had him laminating some new flashcards and I decided to jazz up the empty box from
the manju Kev brought back from Hiroshima.
Seeing me with my fancy scissors and tape, Jim asked me what I was doing.
So I said, “ oh I’m just going to do a bit of magic”, meaning the transformation of the box.
He says, “ You can’t do magic”.
I said, “ I can do anything”.
He said, “ I hadn’t heard.”
So I said, “ Well I’m surprised you hadn’t heard but it’s true, I can do anything.”
He said, “You can’t do magic.”
I said, “ Yes I can.”
He said, “what magic have you done?”
So I said, “ Well I grew a live human child inside my body, that’s pretty magical isn’t it?”
He said, “ No, that’s science. ( excuse me!). Anyone can do that.
I said, “ You can’t”.
So he holds out his arms with his palms facing upwards in the universal expression of
‘wtf are you talking about’ and says, “ I haven’t got a womb.”
I’m sure I would remember if I had had any conversation with him with the word ‘womb’ in.
This little confab with Jim reinforced my belief, that you really don’t have to tell a fourth child anything,
somehow all knowledge will come to them.
You don’t really have to raise them, whatever crappy, scrappy village is hanging around will chip in and the kid will be raised, failing that, they’ll raise themselves.
Good to know.
Jim is self-raised and he’s done quite a good job of it I think.