Space Center Houston and the ham Do, today I decided to take child to Space Center Houston (henceforth JSC- Johnson Space Cebter) because he's never been and it's the right time for him. Plus... Independence Plaza opened today.  Normally, the high-eduction attractions attract the least amount of fatties. Today being opening day had a slightly higher saturation but 75% were normal so I would say successful outing.  This happened on the tram tour. We did the Saturn V and Mission Control. When you get to Mission Control, they announce that there will be X number of stairs to climb- I think 87. At first, chilly thought 87 floors and was a little concerned. Once I explained he was jumping them two at a time, talking the whole way up. We get to the top and a fatty rolls off the elevator. Child, being hyped up, doesn't notice.  "That wasn't bad. They made it sound hard! A baby could do that!"  "Well, that's because you run and play. It's easy because you are normal " I shot a death glare at fatty. Try to say shit, I fucking dare you.  Of fucking course fatty sits next to us for the briefing. Fuckface crinkling wrappers and other bullshit to annoy me. Child remained oblivious to any social stigmas his thoughts might have.  "Those chairs are so small! And there are no fat astronauts. Do they kick the fat ones out?"  "No sweetie, they don't accept them to begin with. Weight and body strength are just as important as brains. You need the whole package to even be considered at NASA"  "Oh. That's good. They would take up all the room in the shuttle anyway."  Y'all, I. Was. Dying. Best day out yet. And he wants to go back, so... Yay nerd life!