Explaining the concept of “imagination” to his daughter, son Jonathan told this story.
“When I was a young boy, I found a material that would stick when thrown against a solid surface. So I waited until my father was engrossed in reading and heaved a glob at his leg. He looked up from his book, then down, and casually brushed off his trousers. When I asked Dad what happened he said he thought he felt a drop of mud.
Next, I took my glob upstairs to throw at my mother, who was working at her computer. When the glob hit her bare arm, she jumped up, screamed, whirled around, and grabbed at the sticky stuff–everything a young boy could hope for. Pretending alarm, I rushed in and asked her what had happened.
Mom said that for a moment she thought an alien had dropped out of the sky, landed on her arm, and was trying to suck the life out of her.