"Did you read this postcard?" I asked.
"Yes," Noah said, "I can't believe they saw the Devils Tower."
"Are you going to use the iPad to google the height of the Devils Tower?" I asked.
"No," he said, with an irritated tone.
I was a little irritated, too. How long does it take to google the info? Surely he had a minute or two free in his schedule. After all, the grandparents were thoughtful enough to send a postcard to us. That's pretty cool.
"Why would I google it when I know it's 867 feet tall?"
"What? You know that information? Are you sure?"
"I'm sure, Mom, I'm sure."
When he wasn't looking, I got online and did a little research. Here's what I found:
"How tall is Devils Tower? Devils Tower is 867 feet from its base to the summit."
If you need additional information, you can read more here: http://www.nps.gov/deto/faqs.htm If you'd rather not look at the website, just give Noah a call, and he can tell you the important facts.
I never used to check his accuracy. Why? Because 99% of the time he is correct. It's a gift of autism. I'm not sure why I doubted him. He must have read the stats in a book. When I imagined the grandparents telling us their vacation story about climbing to the summit (my mother-in-law is deathly afraid of heights), I wanted to be able to quote the correct information with confidence. I should have known.
When we receive the next postcard from Mount Rainier and Grandma R. asks Noah to google its height, I'm not saying a word.