Little E vs. a fundamental misunderstanding of the uses of shapeshifting
Little E: I’m going to turn into… a peach!
Me: Why turn into a peach? Someone going to eat you.
Little E: I’m going to turn into… a FOOT!
Me: Just a foot?
[a pause while he considers]
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The past 18 months have been really tough on the bevy of computers in this house. The Avid bit it (but is feeling better these days), Zen bit it, a tablet cracked up and then came back good as new, even my wife’s netbook bit it and was returned, zombie-like, from the dead by the manufacturer. It’s not like we’re getting massive, knock-out-Manhattan-Island power surges every twelve minutes or anything… but it does seem like Murphy’s Law is being enforced pretty vigorously upon us of late. Money’s insanely tight right now, and my job prospects are looking… well… clouded. There’s no money to be thrown at the problem.
An actual conversation from right around bedtime tonight:
With the whole credit downgrade debt doom business in the news lately, I’ve repeatedly seen the following phrase in print, on TV (in on-screen graphics and closed captioning) and on the web:
A bizarre conversation tonight when I got home…
Toward the end of tonight’s bath, Little E went through this elaborate ritual of trying very intently to hang his wet washcloth on the bathtub’s hand rail. I asked him if this meant he was ready to get out of the tub.