That is so M. He loves facts. Facts about dinosaurs... or insects... or space... or- lately- presidents.
Recently I was explaining the idea of opinion vs. fact to M. When it finally made sense to him, it was like he had been given a pair of x-ray goggles. He suddenly saw the world in a new way and spent days classifying information.
"That's a fact!" became highest praise. Opinions were deemed second-rate, declared almost with a sigh of pity.
I didn't even realize how important fact and opinion had become to us until the boys were squabbling in the backseat and L shouted, "You're an opinion!" at his scandalized brother.
A day or two later, M asked why he had to hold my hand when we were walking out to catch a taxi to school? "Moms know best," I said absently and he burst into tears!
"But best is an opinion!" he wailed.
Why couldn't the "appropriate vs. inappropriate" conversation have hit home like this?