2nd October 2000

The best part of an article I just read on a boy named Sho who is attending college at age nine:

By the end of the day, his jeans pockets are full of the things he has collected: dead bugs and flowers, brown leaves and pebbles, dry twigs and grass. He talks to his father about philosophy, starts behaving when his mother threatens a “time out,”and ignores questions he thinks are too insignificant to answer.

10:32 a.m.