Oliver and I were sitting in the car in the high school parking lot yesterday, waiting for his EA to arrive.
I noticed that there were still insect wipes stored in the dash, leftover from summer.
“We won’t be needing those on a day like today,” I said. “Any mosquito that’s outside today would have to be a pretty special mosquito.”
“An extremophile,” replied Oliver, as though it was the most natural thing in the world to say.
Extremophile was the Merriam-Webster Word of the Day on Monday; that’s a website that’s on the school agenda for Oliver every morning. Obviously it’s of some utility.
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