I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again (and many more times, I’m sure): #1 is a different sort of kid. He’s different enough that I’ve, without qualms, allowed him to sit up with me on the odd occasion and watch CSI and Criminal Minds with me — something I will never be able to do with his brother.
He knows it’s full of special effects, cool “dead body” makeup and he likes to discuss it all with me–often during the show (which is, admittedly, a tad annoying). What really captures his imagination isn’t the “whodunnit” or the crime itself, but the science they use to solve the crime — the concept of DNA and fingerprinting really flips his switch. A week or so ago, one of the episodes featured a lot of ballistics work. #1 turned to me at one point and said, “Is that true, Mom? Does every gun make different marks on a bullet?” He liked the idea that a gun could be “fingerprinted”.
Which leads me to the “overheard” aspect of my post:
[#1 and #2 playing “guns” with imagination-fabricated Lego guns in their bedroom]
#1: “Oh no! The bad guy shot me!”
#2: “No, he didn’t. I shooted you!”
#1: “No, you didn’t. See? This is a bad guy bullet.” (holds up imaginary bullet) “It has different marks on it than your bullet does.”
#2: “No, that’s *my* bullet.”
#1: (patience clearly wearing thin) “No. This is the bad guy bullet. Every gun makes different scratches on a bullet and this one has the scratches from the bad guy gun.” (emphatic huff)
[ Note: The overly defensive person in me has to say that my boys figured out the concept of playing “guns” all on their own — actually, once #2 was old enough to interact well with his brother *he* seems to have started it all. Then again, he’s the one who “taught” #1 the fun in imagining stuff in the first place! ]