Yesterday I took my three year old son to the Griffith Park Observatory. He’s been asking a lot of questions about the earth, moon, and sun, and thought he’d enjoy it. When I got there, old seemed new again. I think I haven’t been there in almost ten years. The last time I went was to watch a solar eclipse, then it was closed for renovations.
I’m finding that the observations of little kids are hilarious. First, I showed him pictures of Buzz Aldrin walking on the moon. He looked at me with utter seriousness and asked: why would someone want to do that. So one day when he’s older, I guess we’ll read about man’s love of quests and exploration and pushing boundaries.
The display on the seasons – totally lost on him. It shows deciduous leaves turning bright colors and falling, snow blowing, and spring grass reaching toward the sun. He looked at me and asked what in the heck that was all about. I looked past him out the windows to the perpetual sun and palm trees, and tucked that one away for a later day as well.
On our way back, I drove home the long way through Hollywood. Potted cactus? Mommy are those porcupines? And a man walking a pony on a leash . . . . I just had no explanation for that. None.