Sunday Haiku: Earl Grey Tea

An Earl Gray tea I
Have not tried is dangerous.
This much I have learned.

Tee shirt San

As I was folding a tee shirt the other night using this method, I thought back to my first blush of excitement when I learned this technique thanks to the Internet. That memory made me want to share the thrill with you in case you didn't see it a few years back. I don't know of a way to fold a tee shirt that's faster or more effective at creating a flat, stackable object.

The original Japanese video I saw is here
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b5AWQ5aBjgE&feature=related

A slower, more explanatory VideoJug version here. Don't mind the short ad at the beginning. Hang in there.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=An0mFZ3enhM&feature=fvw

Sunday Haiku: Everything's Relative

This morning, you are
Bigger than ever and you're
Smaller than you'll be

Presumptuous Pediatrics

So, this is a little thing, but...

At my three-year-old's pediatrician appointment today, I answered the question "Does he have any trouble separating from mom?". Somewhat blindsided, I gave a simple "no". I didn't tell the efficient young woman running through a whole list of questions that although my son has little trouble separating from his mom, he does lean out of her arms to get me to hold him. He does turn away from her in the morning while he's snuggling in my arms. He does prefer that I tie his shoes and button his coat if given an option. She didn't ask about that; those questions weren't on the list.

The second grader and the school secretary agree

My second-grader had a pediatrician appointment at 10:30 on Friday morning. Because his grandfather is a pediatrician, we drive across town to granddad's practice for appointments. After seeing the doctor and stopping by Granddad and Popo's house to borrow Granddad's station wagon (even small furniture doesn't fit in an Accord sedan), it was 1:05 by the time I got to the school office to sign Charlie in. By this time, he'd eaten fast food in the car on the way and had lobbied to not have to go to school for the afternoon. Because he'd already missed lunch period, he reasoned, what was the point?

At the office, it turned out, the secretary agreed with him. She looked at me as I was signing the late arrival sheet and said "You're dropping him off? Sir, we dismiss at 3:40." I guess that two and a half hours of education would be a total waste. There was no discernible trace of my progeny paying a bribe.

Things that sound different at 21 and 70

OK, this is a random post, but this thought popped into my mind. There are things that would sound really different if you heard an 18-year-old say them than if you heard a 70-year-old say them:

-I'm going to the club.
-Boy, do I feel old.
-I can't remember what I did last night.
-I think I just wet my pants.
-Wait. Who's the President again?

Sunday Haiku: If the shoe fits

You know, you're too young
to have no life but TV
and your memories