Alek always wanted his children to be aware of, and make use of, the scientific method. He found ways to model the basics of the principle whenever possible. Today, after spending a week with his family with no work or in-laws to interrupt their interactions, he had a hypothesis that required observation.
He stood against a wall in the family room and watched his children go about their play. Play-sets, Legos, dolls, and a marble run thing that one of the grandmas gifted with great excitement were all strewn throughout the room. Alek took diligent notes, marking down everything from approximate room temperature to the position of a two-by-two red brick that had fallen between a shelf and the couch. He did not know which variables mattered most to his hypothesis, so they all mattered.
May tapped his shoulder. “Darling, what in the world are you doing?” She asked. This was nothing new in their house, but she did regular checks to ensure Alek’s sanity was still intact.
“Science, love. I have a theory that our children are superhumans. Observe,” Alek said, lowering his notepad. “Children!” He called out over the white noise that had filled the room for three hours. “Please go clean your rooms.”
There was no obvious sign his words were heard. The children kept playing.
“See,” Alek said to May, “they appear to be incapable of hearing me. However, if I change the words, but keep the tone and pitch they can hear me. I suspect some sort of genetic anomaly that leads to precision ‘selective hearing’ I call it. Once more; observe,” Alek cleared his throat and gave a new command.
“Children! Ice cream! At the dinner table!”
Toys dropped to the floor, the white noise was replaced by the thundering feet of what outside observers would swear to have been that rattle of 1,000 elephants, but alas it was two young children in search of sugary confections. Alek and May barely had time to remove themselves from the doorway separating the family and dining rooms as the children whirred by.
As the children sat at the table, they saw no sign of the promised ice cream.
“Oh, sorry gang, you have to clean your rooms first,” Alek said. A groan later, the children were busy cleaning.
“That was super passive-aggressive,” May said.
“I’m pretty sure that is the one skill I will ever teach them. Oooh! I could base a little experiment around that,” Alek said. He was soon drafting a new experiment.