On a side note, his obsession with the ill-fated boat actually began one night as he watched Ghostbusters 2 with his dad and saw the scene with the ghost of the Titanic entering New York City and all of its ghost passengers getting off of the boat.
He's always been a thinker, my boy, and also quite vocal. So for about 2 years, we had to check out or buy all of the books on the Titanic that he could find, visit Titanic museums, and watch documentaries about the Titanic. The entire family sort of became Titanic aficionados for a little while until my son felt like he'd learned enough and decided to move onto the next great thing.
And then I did as I used to do in high school when learning history: Promptly forgot absolutely everything I'd just memorized as soon as the test rolled around and I'd earned an A.
But at least I recorded the following conversation, and I will forever hold it close to my heart.
My son: Mom, explain to me the difference between first-class, second-class, and third-class rooms.
Me: Well, the rich people got the first-class rooms. Second-class rooms were for people who were in between, and third-class were the cheap rooms. (Pause) What rooms do you think Mommy and Daddy would have gotten for us?
My son, with a huge eyeroll: The cheap ones.
Me, laughing: Yep.
My son: UGH, Mom. We would have been like the first ones to die!