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While organizing "hard copy" documents printed off my old computer, I recently stumbled upon these classic quotables from my kids when they were much younger:

My middle son, then 3 years old, announced "I'm going to be a talking animal".

I then asked him, "Oh yeah? What kind of animal will you be?"

"A yak." he answered. He had no idea that he had just made a joke.

My oldest son, then 5 years old, lamented that he could not find a particular Lego, "I can't find that piece I need!"

I try to reassure him, "Don't worry, it will turn up".
"Where?" he pressed, "I can't find it!"

Again I try to pacify him with Zen-like wisdom, "It will turn up when you least expect it."
"I least expect it now...(he paused)...What does that mean anyway?"

Word of the Day

I discovered tonight that I am a certified cartophile...

That said, how can people justify using GPS devices in their cars without insulting their intelligence at the same time? God forbid you have to use a map to guide you to your destination. This reliance on GPS has created a subtle yet very discernible sucking noise, most notable on weekends and near popular tourist attractions, which is the sound of our navigational neurons and good old-fasioned resourcefulness flying out the proverbial window.