"Did Steve Jobs get paid for painting the ceiling?" little kid asked on the way to school this morning.
"Painting a ceiling? I don't know what you're talking about."
"For paintin' that church? The church ceiling? With God touchin' that guy?"
"....the Sistine Chapel??"
"Yes. Did Steve Jobs get paid for that, or do it for fun?"
"....Steve Jobs had nothing to do with that. The artist Michaelangelo did that, a really long time ago."
"Did he get paid?"
"I'm sure he did, that was a big project."
"Yeah and then he had to be in a wheel chair 'cuz his back hurted so bad after paintin' that ceiling."
"A wheel chair? I don't think so, I've never heard that."
"I seen him in a wheel chair, talkin' 'bout space."
"Do you mean Stephen Hawking??"
"He talks funny like a robot?"
"....yeah. He's not Michaelangelo either."
He knows a whole lot of stuff. Just very little of it makes much sense.
Haha, little kid & I have a lot in common when it comes to this sort of stuff. Sometimes my husband just shakes his head at the things I say/ask.
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