Upon finishing my DD's knitted white rat and presenting it to her (this was her request for a dashboard "totem" for her car-- a nondescript small sedan that is otherwise like at least 20% of other vehicles in any parking lot):

{Squeals with delight} Thanks Mom!! She's adorable!!

SHE? I thought you were naming this one "Turing."


I have. Turing is a girl. She wants you to respect her life choices. She is a Ukrainian girl. She's about 13.

She paused and shot me a long, sly glance... which went completely over my head.

Moooo-ooom-- get it?? Ukrainian?? Because she's not a REAL rat??


Finally the penny dropped and I started to laugh. It was quite a clever joke-inside-a-joke.

Your DD must be brighter than me, because I don't get it.

I'm slow, too. Is this about hackers?

Turing test.

DS2.10: "In the 1960s, they used pliers to catch small flounders.

Said in a deadpan, followed by a peal of giggles 30 seconds later.

DD4 is really getting into composing songs. She's doing great but I don't know where she's getting her song titles. Her latest one is titled "You Have My Love." The one before that was "Grace for America." Other ones are quite similar. We only listen to classical and jazz so she isn't getting this through exposure.

In the car last week

DD(just turned)5: "I'm blue now!"
Me: "Huh?"
DD: "I'm 5 now so I am blue."
Me: "Huh?"
DD: "Red is 1, orange is 2, yellow is 3, green is 4, blue is 5. And I'll be violet when I'm 7! I live in a rainbow, so now I am blue. And [little brother] is only orange."

I like the "only" orange!

Initially, I thought you were leading into a synesthesia anecdote. One of my younger siblings has persistently maintained (into adulthood!) that the number four is kind of a lime green color. (I can't remember what color the other numbers are.)

This morning DS9 asked me if he could have a pet coelacanth. Actually he would like an entire tank of coelacanths...

The definition of asynchrony:

DS2.10 joined me in our gym while I worked out. I brought the laptop with some old "Reading Rainbow" episodes for him to watch. He's charmed by Egyptology lately and was watching an episode called, "Mummies made in Egypt."

He insisted on being cradled for the first 15 minutes until another exerciser at the other end of the gym left. Then, once I was able to separate and squeeze in some dead lifts he says, "Mama, put down your barbell, you have to see this! They're featuring the Sphynx (pronounced sa-finx) and the River Nile!"