An Intelligent Conversation with a 12 Year Old

Road trip to Edmonton!  My Mom had a toe straightened via her heart for all the precursory drama.  My son, Liam, and I headed there to support.

We had amazing weather for a potentially bonding 10 hour drive through the beautiful ranch country loosely dispersed through the mountains.  Why was I not surprised that Liam was already visually bound to his portable DVD player?

As we passed between two particularly aromatic ranches, I said to him (or to the way more interested gnome in the back seat), "Something Stinks!"

Liam leaned closer to the DVD player, took a deep breath in through his nose and, without looking up said, "It's the DVD Player.  It hasn't been used in a while."

Me; "What?  It's made of metal."

Liam; "I know.  I'm as surprised as you are."

I guess I missed the day in sciences when we learned that rarely used electronics can rot and smell like cow ass.