Sam, out of the blue tonight when he was working on his homework and I ridiculously assumed that his mind was on his work: "How hot is an iron?"
Me: "Really, really hot. If you brush your arm against it your skin will blister."
Sam: "When I'm an evil overlord, that is going to be my torture weapon of choice."
So, my son may not have his mind on his homework, but instead he is busily attending to the details of his future career goal at the tender age of 11...what could make a mother prouder?