Gideon just ran up to me and proudly announced, “Dad. You know the Earth?”
“I’ve heard of it.”
“It… is round!”
“Oh, good” I said and gave him a high five. “I’m so glad my son is not a lunatic and can follow basic logic.”
“Yes!” He pumped his fist in the air and spun in a circle. “but we,” he pointed several times at himself and at me, “you and I, are flat!”
“Oh, wait, oh no…”
He shrugged, “I mean, we must be flat, right? If the world is round and we are also round we would all fall down.” He made hand motions of a ball repeatedly rolling off the top of another ball.
“Oh no, oh no, oh no…”
And that is when I passed out.