“Who are you calling?”
Sheldon held up one finger. “I am asking a physicist to explain to a principal why facts are not optional. There is a difference.”
“Their plan,” Sheldon said, “is to teach that Neptune has only one moon. We know it has fourteen. I brought a peer-reviewed source. Miss Fenmore called it ‘disruptive.’” young sheldon s01e03 vp3
“Today, after I pointed out that Miss Fenmore’s science textbook predates the discovery of the Kuiper Belt, she sent me to the principal’s office. The principal, Mr. Givens, explained that ‘school isn’t about being right; it’s about learning to get along.’” Sheldon paused. “That statement is logically incoherent. Learning to get along, if one defines ‘getting along’ as accepting factual errors, directly inhibits learning.”
Mary sighed. “What do you want me to do?” “Who are you calling
Mary was quiet for a moment. Then she smiled. “You know what your daddy said when I told him I thought I was marrying a man who’d never learn to pick up his socks?”
The evening sun bled orange through the kitchen window of 1211½ Mechanic Street. Sheldon Cooper sat at the table, meticulously arranging saltine crackers by decreasing circumference. His mother, Mary, was stirring gravy on the stove, occasionally glancing at him with the particular worry she reserved for when he was too quiet. We know it has fourteen
Mary turned off the burner. “That’s not ominous at all.”