Fires are for Holidays

One of the funny and frustrating aspects of being a parent are the conversations that transpire with your children. They are usually completely blunt, need some time to learn new concepts and ask questions. And more questions. And more questions. Yes, I know - of all people, I deserve this. But still. Take the following conversation between Isaac and I that took place at the hospital last week after he pointed at a fire alarm and asked, "What's that?"

Me: What does it say?
Isaac: Fire.
Me: Right.
Isaac: So if a fire is starting, it lights up?
Me: Yes.
Isaac: And then everyone leaves?
Me: Yes.
Isaac: Fires happen on Mother's Day and Father's Day and weekends and holidays?
Me: (stifling a laugh) Well, fires can happen on any day, but yes, on those days, too.
Isaac: Fires happen once a week?
Me: (really trying to hold back now) Fires could happen everyday - not just once a week.
Isaac: Fires happen in Elk Grove and Sacramento?
Me: (not trying to hold back - laughing out loud) Fires can happen anywhere, Isaac. But yes, they happen in Elk Grove and Sacramento.

These are important questions, folks. Good thing I have Isaac around to make me think about them.

In Praise of Vu

I had to post this email from Vu today...his emails crack me up . This one made me laugh out loud...multiple times. In reference to Tim Duncan's lack of consumer appeal, Vu said:

Timmy D should grow a beard and slap some bitches around. He should just have a major personality change, like when Hulk Hogan morphed into Hollywood Hogan overnight. That one really caught me by surprise.

Awesome.

Riddle me this..

Once when I was in high school, my Dad, wise indeed, told me that "Eight's are a nebulous thing."

Discuss.