Acceleration Due to Gravity

     I have been trying not to put labels on my kids because there is so much more to their personalities than these labels give them credit for, but I still do it without thinking.  Last night all three of my kids symbolically ripped off their labels with different comments.  Johnny, my superbowl buddy who sleeps with his football and makes me throw him passes in bed every night before he goes to sleep, said, 'Mom, you still haven't bought me a Bible yet.'  Andy, my brilliant son whose facebook picture is an angel of God, said, 'I don't care about my homework, I'm going to play Assassins Creed.'  And Jenna, my creative rebel with black hair, double pierced ears who wants a tattoo and loves screamo bands, said while watching C.S.I. last night, 'They totally messed up their calculations!  The acceleration due to gravity isn't 9.8 meters per second squared.  It's 9.08!" 

     What???  I had no idea what she was talking about so she began to explain to me the rate of acceleration in things like planes and rockets where the air pressure needs to be accomodated for and how different sized objects in free fall... blah, blah, blah so there is a equation to figure it out; 9.8 m/s2.  I couldn't even write this blog until she came home and wrote all that stuff down for me.  She's only in 8th grade for Pete's sake!  I asked her how she knew that and she said she learned it in science once.  Once.  Thankfully she doesn't have my memory, because I have to hear basic things several times before I understand them, like when someone says, "no, you can't do that" or "there is no more chocolate".   Maybe tonight we'll watch Criminal Minds and my little biochemist daughter can give me some more inside information.