spending time with eight year old boys means that you have long intense conversations about vomiting, farting, poop and blowing things up. When I complain about the focus of the conversation the boy reminds me that he is a boy and that what boys like to talk about. When I mention earthquakes he says yea I know after all I am in second grade.

So I have run out of new topics with him and am willing to talk about all the body functions in great detail. I am not so willing to talk about explosives, atomic weapons or dynamite.