As an INTJ female (for those into Myers-Briggs and the like), I am a hard person to know, and an even harder person to love. I wonder if someday my children will want to know what really went on in my brain. I shall leave them this gift. Well, maybe not so much a "gift" as an extremely uncomfortable last will and testament.
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Workin' My Last Olfactory Nerve
I took the kids to the DaVinci Science Center yesterday for a field trip with Agora. For a portion of our tour we had a Kenyan tour guide with a very thick accent. He was very enthusiastic, and kept reminding the kids about all the opportunities they have here in America. None of the kids understood a word he said, but he wasn't affected by that.
Later on, he was talking to me and he said that he's noticed the biggest problem with American kids is that they don't read the instructions on each exhibit before rushing over and touching it. He said, "How do you know what you are trying to accomplish here if you don't read the instructions? How do you know if you've done it right? How do you know what results you are looking for?"
I agreed with him wholeheartedly, but my instinct was to respond with, "Do you know what the biggest problem with Kenyan tour guides is? Their complete lack of dental hygiene. I mean really, dude...WOW! Are you working on a science experiment to find out how long humans can hold their breath? You might want to move way over by the Rocks And Minerals display before you start preaching."
Really sweet guy though, loved him.
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