Canned Angst

Probably not a Freudian Slip

Yesterday as Emily, our next door neighbor and occasional babysitter, walked home after watching the girls for the afternoon, Claire cheerfully yelled out the living room window: "Goodbye, Enemy!"

Blame the Fairy

Marissa lost her second top baby tooth yesterday. Since we are pro-fairy in the household, we enacted version three of the tooth fairy protocol (TFPv3).

The fairy that visits our house gives out a bronze Sacagawea dollar coin for each tooth. I thought that was special enough, but our pediatric dentist was kind enough to mention the second law of toothfairyism: If you leave a glass of water by your bed, the tooth fairy will color it.

So the past couple of fairy visits, glasses of water have turned green and red.

The first time Marissa lost a top tooth, it dangled for weeks from Marissa’s gum. The wiggly tooth freaked Chris out day after day, so she announced, much to daddy’s chagrin, the third law of toothfairy-ism: If you pull the tooth out, the fairy will leave TWO bronze dollars under the pillow.

As a result Katie pulled her last one, and Marissa, not be outdone this time, decided to pull hers too this weekend.

So last night, Marissa and I placed a stepstool inside a toy crib to make a flat surface next to the window. On top of the stool we put a rag and on top of that a cup filled with water.

When the tooth fairy visited, she left two bronze dollar coins and the water pseudo-miraculously turned blue this time. The tooth fairy was confident he she had performed the duties appropriately.

This morning, Marissa came to our bedroom carrying the blue water, yet she was crestfallen (get it? CRESTfallen!).

She had managed to immediately misplace one of the dollars that was left for her.

And …

Mid the parental consoling, all of the blue-tinted water managed to spill onto our master bedroom carpet.

Things I Never Thought I'd Say

Me: "Katie, girls can have evil plans too."

Tomorrow, Polymorphism

While putting the girls to bed, Marissa asked if I fixed computers all day. I clarified that I taught computers how to do things for a living.

I also mentioned that computers don't speak English but they have there own language. I said I knew about 6 computer languages.

Katie then asked me how to say "hello" in computer language. I rattled off:

#include <stdio.h> newline void main () { printf("hello"); }

Marissa then asked me how to say "goodbye":

exit(0);

As I turned out their light, Katie's final question was:

"How do you say 'booty' in C++?"

Doesn't Anyone Read the Blog?

Hmm. What to do. What to do...

Date: Sat, 01 Oct 2005 16:13:00 +0000
From: Xxxxxx Xxx <xxxxxxxx@hotmail.com>
Subject: Huffman Compression - Sources codes (Urgent!)
To: ken@huffmancoding.com

Regards,
Xxxxxx