Homeschooling has opened many doors to learn about things that I may have had some knowledge about or had NO knowledge. Take, for example, the conversation James and I had in the car today. Most often, our car conversations revolve around God and Heaven. Today, we were listening to some local news and it started a whole 'nother conversation. Apparently, here in North Carolina, about 40 new laws go into affect on December 1st. Before we could hear the story, Mr. Curious sitting in the back seat wanted to know what laws had been passed. Here is the story as we heard it on the radio. I explained the laws about school buses and then James asked if he would ride the bus when he went to high school. I told him "no" that we are planning to homeschool him all the way through. He responded with, "Even in college?!?". Um, no. He says, "What will I do?!?"
And that lead us to this:
Me: Well, what do you want to be when you grow up? That will determine what you study.
James: I want to be a policeman or go into the military. Maybe the police because it's easier since they don't have a bunch of people to fight at once. If I go into the military, I'm going to be the guy standing in the top of the tank with an RPG or rocket launcher. Or maybe I will be a sniper. Or a terrorist.
Me: You will NOT be a terrorist. Do you know what a RPG is??
James: No.
Me: An RPG is a rocket propelled grenade.
James: (moment of silence) I want to carry, like, an AK or a pistol...
Me: Most soldiers carry more than one weapon. You also have to know how to shoot many different weapons and how to take them apart and put them back together.
James: Ugh. Why? I'll just carry a pistol then.
Me: You can't just carry a pistol. You'll have to know how to do that in case you have to take them apart to carry them.
James: I'll just put it in my shirt. You can do that you know. Maybe I'll just be a sniper.
Me: You can't put it in your shirt. We're not talking about your ninja sword. And you must be good at math. Snipers set up far away and then calculate wind direction and speed, distance, if the target is moving or not...We'll have to look up all the military ranks...
James: I don't want to look it up! Let's talk about it right now.
Me: How you enter the military and skills determines your job. And I don't know about the guy in the tank... but like a sniper must have great vision...
James: Got that...
Me: Ok but I don't know all the ranks of the military. The guy at the very top is a 4 or 5-star general and the guy at the bottom is a private. That's how Didi went into the army. And then my friend, Rob, from high school went to officer's school after college and went into the Air Force as an officer.
James: Maybe I can pretend to BE a terrorist so when we fight they won't kill me!
Me: Clever. You could join the CIA. Now the CIA is the U.S. Central Intelligence Agency. They have agents that go and collect secrets and secret information from our enemies.
James: Oooohhh! (wicked happy laughter ensues) I can be a SPY!?!
Me: Yes, just like the guy I am reading about all the time.
James: Who?
Me: Scot Harvath. He is a Navy SEAL turned Secret Service agent then a spy who goes on special secret missions to find the enemy...and stuff (i.e., Brad Thor books)
James: Cool.
Me: But you would have to learn a foreign language...
James: Maybe I can just get a voice changer so I talk like them.
Me: Um, no. You have to learn a different language so you can blend in. You have to learn their culture.
James: I can just take a pill...
Me: No. There is no pill.
James: Aw dang it.
And so it goes. Now, I have to learn all the military ranks for future conversations.....or show the 6-year-old where to find it.
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