Driving home last night from Cub Scouts, Corwin pestered me with questions on two different subjects, jumping back and forth so quickly that I frequently wasn’t sure which one was current. These were
At one point I thought he was worried about the vacuum metastability disaster, in which a physics experiment could concievably erase the entire physical universe, but the question “what if it pops?” was actually a subject change back to the blister topic. So I managed to put off the discussion that every parent dreads (about the stability of the current space-time continuum) for a little while longer.