Friday, March 28, 2014

The Flesh is Weak

Mom said, "Kiddo, it's time to get dressed."

After Mom left the room, he mumbled, "No, I don't think I will."
Dad asked, "What did you say?"
"I wasn't talking to you.  I was just talking to my brain.  It's trying to tell me what to do, and I'm trying to tell it I don't want to."
"Oh? What was your brain telling you to do?"
"It was telling me that I should listen to my mom, but I'm trying to tell it I don't want to."
"Maybe your brain is trying to tell you that because it's a good idea."
"No, sometimes it just says weird things like that.  Like sometimes, when I'm playing on the little computer,* it tells me that it's too loud and it's hurting my ears, and I should turn the volume down.  But I'm afraid if I do that, then I wouldn't hear what Vee* was telling me to do, so I try to tell my brain that I'm not going to turn the volume down."
"Maybe sometimes you could try meet your brain halfway?"

*Our Kindle
*The talking street lamp from Chuggingtons

1 comment:

  1. “17 + 25 = 42,” the student reportedly wrote. “I got the assignment by talking in my brain and I agreed of the answer that my brain got.”