OK, completed 5th day of instruction. Rules of the road, controlled jibing,
some knots. Wheeee! This is easy. Tomorrow — racing!
My son Daniel (age 9) to his coeval Mikey across the street: “I went out
with my Dad sailing.”
Mikey (envious): “You mean, like, a real motor boat?”
Danny: “Nah, *sailing* boat.”
Mikey (brightening up, realising he has the status advantage after all):
“Well, *my* Dad took me in a real boat once — a motor boat!”
Kids have no proper scale of values.