(Kids for Cryogenics)

Having an imaginative family leads to some creative conversations at the dinner table.  Last night, the Fashion Fairy (FF) launched into an in depth question and debate session on what Cryogenics was and why she COULD NOT do it to her mother.

My husband, the master architect and holder of all knowledge strange and cool, was the mediator for the (what I felt to be) bizarre round table discussion.  FF wanted to know what Cryogenics was.  The mediator, who just happened to work two floors above a cryogenics lab in his early intern days, explained the “freezing your head until they find a cure for your body theory.”  I sat in utter bewilderment, my normal state of being these days, forgetting to remind my son, the Dancing Dragon (DD) to stop eating the ketchup/ mustard concoction by itself and add food to the mix.  FF, however, immediately wanted to know if she could do this to my head when I die.

NO!

Why not?  You’ll be dead.  You won’t care.

NO!

But you won’t know.

After explaining the ethics of conducting experiments on your mother, even if she doesn’t know what you are up to, I remembered to insist DD apply solid food to his diet, and told FF to stop talking and start eating, like any good parent of a future Mad Scientist would do. 

Right?

Or is this just my creative crew?  I understand that most folk may not find Cryogenics Conversation good for the digestive system, but I am growing accustom to it.  Although, I will be sleeping with one eye open until this fascination passes.