I’m sitting here in bed with the laptop, working on my novel, and Rebecca is holding our daughter trying to help her fall asleep. She mumbled “Wha doing da-da?” I told her I’m writing on the computer.
She watched quietly for a while, mumbling various questions as I worked. Then I came across this image as I was doing research on brain trauma:
Our daughter said “Popcorn!”
As I write this entry, she still keeps saying popcorn.
So much for that medical career.
So I experienced a new joy today — delegating work! Oh, baby!
The project I’m working on now requires that we learn a big ol’ framework for PHP called “Cake”. I have no interest in spending more brain cells learning this thing — I’m sure I’ll have to eventually, but the longer I can put it off, the better. And we have this new guy on my team, Shaun, who started last week.
Today I said, “How about you work on migrating our dummy site over to Cake?” And off he goes! He has a big fun task — and it will be fun for him, like Rubix cubes are fun for… I dunno…. weirdos — and I get to wait for code to get handed back to me! Yay!
In the meantime, I have architecting to do, so it’s not like I’m just sitting here writing in my jour–
Our five-year-old is obsessed with trying to make jokes, as I’ve mentioned before. She managed to tell one recently that she had heard on TV:
“Why did the bee get married?”
“Because he found his honey!”
Pretty good, compared to most of the stuff she tells. I mean, it has a punchline. Usually she just asks a question and makes up an answer, and that’s the joke. “Why did the light wear pants?….Because it was made of metal!”
Yeah, she’s working on her act.
But she told another one that confused me. Either she heard it, and it was a decent joke, or she heard it and messed it up, MAKING it a decent joke, or else she made it up altogether:
“What do bears call their feet?”
You can see the punchline coming from a mile away. This is going to be a hilarious punchline for a five year-old. You can’t wait. “I don’t know, what?”
You were thinking “bare feet,” but no. “Socks.” That made me laugh — I guess because it was as random as her other jokes, but at least this one made you THINK you were getting a punchline.
We tried to explain how jokes like those have to have two meanings, like the honey one… no good. I’m raising a comedian, and she’s terrible. Just terrible.