I really got into the study of the neurological development of kids also. Now I just try to survive it.
Seriously...I had to ask Mal to stop talking to me in the car yesterday, because he can't quite pass the Turing Test yet, so while it SOUNDS like it's a conversation, and I get lured into thinking that it's a conversation, really I just start getting headaches after a bit of trying to follow his (total lack of) logic.
Every picture of you is when you were younger.
If you point a camera at yourself and take a picture while accelerating to the speed of light and if you managed to hit the speed of light as the aperture is open, then you could theoretically have a picture of of yourself that isn't when you are younger. That is from the perspective of an outside observer, naturally. Of course, you couldn't record it to a memory card, or show anyone the picture at that moment. There is the problem of that being physically impossible due to the fact that people and cameras have mass.
However, if you have a friend who is accelerated to a high percentage of c for a round trip and you take a picture of yourself. Then you could potentially show your friend a picture of your future self from his time perspective. Of course, you'd be your even more future self from his time perspective.
Seriously...I had to ask Mal to stop talking to me in the car yesterday, because he can't quite pass the Turing Test yet, so while it SOUNDS like it's a conversation, and I get lured into thinking that it's a conversation, really I just start getting headaches after a bit of trying to follow his (total lack of) logic.
I have exactly the same reaction from talking to my brother.
I had to ask Mal to stop talking to me in the car yesterday, because he can't quite pass the Turing Test yet
I am very fond of children, but that stage when they tell you elaborate stories about something they partly made up is hard on the brain. "And then there was a giraffe. A big giraffe. He had a mother. But we were going. I have a crayon. And then we had cake. And it went hop, hop, hop."
Like this: [link] (but so adorable! and in French! Who cares if it makes no sense!)
That is one cute little French girl. Aw.
he can't quite pass the Turing Test yet
This is the PERFECT way of putting it.
It's a good thing they're so cute (and their crying so annoying), otherwise babies would never get fed.
Technically, the reason they get fed isn't that they're cute but rather that the parent's body is being flooded with hormones and hunger cries are a huge trigger.
My memories of Isaac's infancy are often structured in comparison to Frances. When he first crawled versus when she did, etc.
he can't quite pass the Turing Test yet
This is the PERFECT way of putting it.
It's very apt. I've always thought as "that tricky place between when they begin to talk and when they begin to reason. They are like crazy people, filled with the irrational exuberance of chimps on ice skates."
But Raq's insight is much more succinct. With Emmett as my standard, this period lasted from 2ish to mid 4ish.
I frequently advise JZ to quit reasoning with Matilda and pursue shiny object distraction strategies.
I can remember my dad trying to reason with my then-toddler nephew when my sister's family lived with them for a while. Not quite as fruitless as when dad tried to reason with my dog when we were living there, but close.
Poor dad. Always with the unreasonable houseguests.