After extensive research, I have come to the conclusion that children don’t reason like adults. They possess a unique and bizarre logic all their own that makes sense only to them (not unlike women, actually). What’s more, young children don’t reason like older children. The more children experience the world, the more sophisticated and adult-like their . . . → Read More: Interviews with Children

Since I’ve finally made a full recovery from my long period of illness, I decided to leave the den of infection this afternoon and take a stroll through the park.

I was sitting on a bench, feeding the birds the remnants of a poorly made croissant, when I noticed a young girl with a drawing pad watching . . . → Read More: Observations on Creative Expression

The first thing I’ve learned about children is that they carry disease like flea-infested vermin. They took me down within a month’s time, bestowing upon me a generous welcoming gift of measles (the culprit of my two week hiatus). Even now as I shuffle around in my bedclothes alternating my time between napping and naming each . . . → Read More: Struck Down by Rubeola

Such is the plight of the child prodigy.

I took an early interest in science and nature that became something of an obsession. While I do not disparage the desire for learning, I openly acknowledge that I was churning out papers on shellfish when I should have been as prolific in writing love notes to pretty girls. . . . → Read More: Smart Guys Finish Last