At the dinner table today, the meal was spaghetti and meatballs. As per usual with spaghetti and meatballs, it was served at the same temperature as molten lava.
When I sat down in front of my plate, the spaghetti and sauce were steaming. I hate burning my mouth with intense passion, so there was no way I was going to eat it like that. So, I leaned over and blew on it to cool it down.
My Mom looked at me like I was insane.
Mom: "I don't think that does anything."
Mom: "I don't think blowing on you food cools it."
We have had this conversation before. I still don't get what's confusing about blowing on your food to cool it down. It works. People have been doing it for millenia.
Me: "Of course it does. Blow on your hand. Does it feel cooler? See! It works!"
Mom: "I just think you're wasting your time. It doesn't do anything."
Me (growing angry): "How? What? When it's cold outside, do you feel colder when the wind blows?"
Mom: "Yes, but that's when it's cold. I don't think it does anything when it's hot like that."
Me (growing increasingly frustrated that she is impervious to my logic): "But it works when it's hot too, right? When it's like 90 degrees out, isn't it better when the wind picks up?"
Mom: "Well... I don't know. "
At this point she goes back to eating. However, she has not agreed to my point, so I can't let it go. I can never let it go if I am obviously right. I NEED the other person to not just agree with me, but understand WHY I am right. You can't placate me with a quick concession - that's not good enough. I need to know that you KNOW that my logic is correct. It's not that I'm correct. It's that something is wrong.
Me: "No. That is unacceptable. It's getting cooler. Look! It was steaming, then I blow on it, now - no steam!"
She looks at me and shrugs.
Mom: "It doesn't do anything."
Alright. This had gone on far enough. Now it's time to bring out the SCIENCE!