Monday through Friday Carter and I have lunch together before he heads off to his afternoon preschool. Almost everyday over our meal Carter brings up “the people on the other side of the earth”. I think he is quite enthralled with the idea that while we are awake, they are asleep. He refers to their homes as “habitats” as if they are of a different species. To him, it seems, the “other people” are of a nocturnal variety, for how can they be sleeping while it is daytime for us? No amount of explanation or discussion on rotating axes, no amount of puppetry with globes and flashlights will change his mind.
He wonders about them. He wonders about them frequently. He questions what they may be doing. He usually asks me a specific question.
carter: Is there a little boy getting up out of bed for a drink of water because he woke up and is thirsty, on the other side of the earth?
me: Yes, Carter there probably is.
carter: Momma, is there a little boy who just woke up and is going pee in a toilet on the other side of the earth?
me: Yes, I imagine there probably is. Maybe it is even the same little boy.
Day after day, sandwich after sandwich, we sit and eat and think about you. Assuming you are of the “other people”, the nocturnal people, who reside on the other side of our great earth.