Touch the FISH EYE!

One of the most beautiful aspects of unschooling is the "let's try it!" mentality that you cultivate. You really try to say "YES" whenever possible. Say "YES" first then figure out how to get it done. Isn't it wonderful to think of a life full of Yeses instead of a life full of Nos? How would our lives be different if we had been told "YES" as much as humanly possible?

Magnificent!

Finny and I were in Whole Foods and he was looking at the fish. He really wanted to buy a whole fish and cook it. He's seen whole fish eaten on catoons and I know he thinks this fish is gonna be like a cartoon fish. So, instead of me explaining in my oh-so-smart adult voice that the fish will NOT be like the fish in the cartoons, we just buy the damn thing.

We take him home (it's a him, for some reason). Finn wants to hold him in the car, he's so fascinated by it. He tries, but finds the ice too cold so we put it back in the bag. We get home and set him up on a plate. We feel him, we stroke him, we smell him. Finn is OBSSESSED with his eyes. He really, really wants to touch it, but can't make himself. I do it and act wild and crazy as if the eye is really gross (it's not). We wait for Dad to come home. Dad touches it too. We tease Finny about having to eat the eye. I had to go to play practice, but the boys cooked it on the grill. Needless to say: Not so much like a cartoon.

You live and you learn, right?

Love,

Michele, Jack, Finnigan the Curious and a dead fish