Remember Lassie? The dog who guards Baxter’s bed against monsters every night? Well, he’s now been renamed Hobbes by my Calvin & Hobbes afficionado. Hobbes goes everywhere in the house with him and is placed by the front door when he leaves for school with the warning, “Don’t pounce on me when I get home this time, you hear?” (Which of course “Calvin” makes him do with much gusto when he gets home every day.)
Out of the blue today, Baxter – the 8-year old Harry Potter-look-alike who in the past week alone has been on a personal quest to research such topics as Bose-Einstein Condensate, the meaning of ethics, the science behind the Venus Fly Trap, and the nitty-gritty details about what exactly Nixon and Agnew did wrong – asked,
Was Hobbes ever real and then stuffed when he died, or has he always been a stuffed animal?
Which to me is a perfect reminder that they really are kids for a long time, aren’t they? And also that Baxter is living proof: even the most scientific of minds can suspend reality as easily as the next person when he has a little faith.