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December 06, 2004

Of Jobs, Abbott and Costello, and Deck-ing Up the House

I've been remiss in my postings of late, and there are many, many reasons, the first being an impending job change (a good thing!) the reasons behind the job change (a bad thing!) and the fact that when you work at a state funded university, everything that can go wrong in such a situation will go wrong (an ulcer-inducing, Thanksgiving spoiling, snatching employment from the jaws of un- thing!). More details on this stuff forthcoming...

And now onto The Boy!

For some strange reason, The Boy has substituted "how" for the ubiquitous three-year-old "why" as a response to every. single. statement. we. make. We've been trying to explain that the question he wants to ask is "why," but he's not getting that yet, which leads to conversations like this one:

BAW: We've got to put all the empty decoration boxes back in the storage container.

Boy: How?

BAW: No, you mean "why."

Boy: Why?

BAW: Right. You say "why" when you want to know how come something is done a certain way--wait. No. When you want to know why something has to be the way it is.

Boy: How?

BAW: No, why. You ask "how" when you want to know how something gets done.

Boy: How I say why?

BAW: You mean why you need to say why?

Boy: How?

BAW: Wait. You say...oh, forget it. Put those boxes back, sweetie.

Boy: How?

BAW: ...

The good news is that The Boy is enthusiastically "decking up the house." The bad news is that he has his own ideas of what constitutes "stylish"--his all-purpose word for acceptable fashion and home decor. Our tree has been festooned with manger animals, outlet covers and stray bits of shiny things, all of which are produced "very stylish."

It's shaping up to be a very interesting Christmas, indeed.

Posted by Big Arm Woman at December 6, 2004 11:29 AM
Comments

Our tree has the "kid zone."

Thank heavens we have 2 kids who decorate opposite sides of the tree. It's evenly balanced.

Otherwise I fear the tree would topple over if there was only one heavily massed ornament section.

Posted by: di at December 6, 2004 05:35 PM

Claire is a goner. I'm sure I understand that this post has nothing to do with Lost, but I just had this idea and, since I've secluded myself to study for exams, I have no one to tell but the comments section at Tightly Wound. Pity, Ma'am, not scorn.

So I'm thinking Claire dies. At IMDb, she's listed as a guest star. If she dies, the developing society raises the baby (with the help of John Lock and Rousseau), additional tension courtesy of the extremely un-professional psychic. Reference thickens into metaphor, metaphor congeals to allegory. Thick, jiggly allegory. And, as a friend says, "there's always room for allegory!"

Posted by: Lance McCord at December 6, 2004 06:53 PM

Lance -

Neither pity nor scorn--Ive got the same feeling about Claire. Especially after last week's entire episode was one giant "IF THIS CHILD IS RAISED BY ANYONE ELSE IT'S THE END OF THE WORLD" billboard. So of course she's a goner.

Although what is this kid--Damien?

Posted by: BAW at December 6, 2004 07:44 PM

Geez, I miss a few episodes and now I'm totally out of the loop. Please don't tell me they are turning Claire into Scully-lite or anything. Oops, too late.

Posted by: Andrea Harris at December 6, 2004 10:10 PM