Since childhood I’ve been the type that had to challenge what wasn’t simply evident. If you said the earth rotates, I’d say “prove it!” You had to make me believe it. I think I have passed that on to my nephew. Convo we had when he was 9 or 10:
Me: It’s really humid today, makes me want an oxygen mask!
Nephew: I don’t believe in oxygen auntie.
Me: What? Why?
Nephew: I can’t see it so how do I know it’s there?
Me: You know because you’re still breathing.
Nephew: I think oxygen is make believe. Can you prove it?
Me: Sure! Close your mouth and pinch your nose shut and see how long you last without the make believe oxygen.
Nephew: No way…
He’s a smart cookie, I love that he’d even question something of that nature so young. Reminds me of myself at that age.