Anyway, after that, they turn it around and go down, down, down to Earth, to some guy, and into his finger, past the cells and the molecules to the very atoms themselves.
"Wow, what's THAT?" asked Taylor.
"Those are atoms," my brother replied. "Everything is made up of these little tiny things called atoms."
"Everything?" Taylor asked, amazed by it all.
"Yes, everything," his dad told him.
"Are boys made up of atoms?" Taylor asked, just wanting to make sure he had things straight.
"Yes, of course," said my brother.
Taylor thought about the implications of that for a moment, while my brother looked on proudly with the thrill of a good parent having taught their child something educational.
"Dad?" Taylor asked after a moment.
"What?" his dad said.
"Are girls made up of Eves?"