So even though we have agreed (I think) that my Dad’s name as a newly minted grandfather will be ‘Papa Rick,’ I can’t get the word ‘grampumps’ out of my head.
It just makes me laugh.
But that’s inconsequential–what we’re really here to do is revel in some pictures of the boys bonding.
Little James seemed peaceful enough at the onset.
However, as soon as I cried “PHOTO OP!!!” and rushed over with my camera, James started falling apart.
I’ve been through at least 3 photo shoots, and I haven’t even seen any green ones yet! he cried.
I tried to explain to James that he should just relax and enjoy his grandpa’s company. Instead of focusing on himself and how unhappy he was with the lack of ‘green ones’ in his pocketbook, he needed to focus on his relationship with grandpa. And easy place to start would be their common ground–like their love of physics.
Papa Rick has a Masters in Nuclear Medicine, I explained patiently. Can you say ‘nuclear,’ James?
No, but I think I can grab this toy ring.
Okay, the toy ring seems to have calmed him down. Let’s give this photo shoot another chance.
Papa Rick, I’m just so confused by string theory.
And I find the idea of quantum physics very disturbing.
I mean, how can particles be in two places at once? And how can they suddenly be somewhere else without having moved? I just can’t wrap my mind around it.
I think if you don’t mind, I’ll start crying now. The universe is just too confusing.
Maybe after I get my PhD at MIT it will all make more sense.