G Love & The Internet

The E, the S and the M are all big fans of the Curious George movie, so much so that we downloaded the soundtrack for it and listen to it on various outings. One of the songs features a guest accompaniment by G Love (of Special Sauce fame for those keeping track).

So we had a chat in the car one day about G Love and what a silly name that was. The E asked a seemingly relevant question: "Does G Love have any babies?"

Good question I thought. Given the stereotypical, rock-star lifestyle I apply to social figures such as this... I speculated, but I didn't want to fabricate anything for the ever-impressionable E, so I said we'd have to check the computer.

Much thinking ensued on the part of the E resulting in: "Maybe you can ask your boss at work to ask his computer, then his computer will know and he can tell his computer to tell your computer, then we can look at it?" Astonishing.

At age 4.5, the E had captured the bulk of the technological and social constructs that form the modern day Internet; mostly that the Internet is a medium for people to transfer trivia rapidly to one another and it requires computers to make it go. To make matters more spooky, we had never talked before about computers talking to one another (at least overtly). Since the E still has fundamental issues along the lines of "where do the people in the TV go" coupled with "I want to be a person in the TV" I had obviously incorrectly assumed her grasp on all things techy were limited at best.

A virtue of all children is to surprise their parents with their ever accumulating nuggets of wisdom; watch for them, you'll miss them if you take them for granted.

Prepare the Fairy

If nothing more, I'll craft an eye-catching title to the post, draw you in and then describe something inane.

The E has a loose tooth.

Script Excerpt:
E: "I couldn't even eat my apple at lunch it was sooooo wiggly."
Me: "What did you do?"
E: "I turned my head like this (tilts head to opposite side of wiggly tooth) so the apple would only stay on this side."
E: (proceeds to eat rest of dinner with an obvious slant)
Me: "Good thinking."

So I polled my friends at work, the immediately available pool of parenting advice I often draw from... get this (some of you may not be shocked), current rate from the inflation-ridden Tooth Fairy: $5 to $20, with some preference given to molars. Seriously, if I had invested my $0.25 when I was five, given an average 8% interest over 30 years, I'd still only have $2.52... I realize times have moved on from the late 70's, but still, that inflation seems steep.

I have 60 teeth that will be falling out over the next 3-5 years, current averages indicated that this should be in the area of $750, or $250/mouth. Perhaps the Tooth Fairy will get with the times and deposit sums directly into the various ING accounts that should collect things of this nature.

One word of advice I also received: Make damn sure you get that tooth on the night they put it under their pillow; facing the possibility of the Tooth Fairy legend being shattered due to parental carelessness is just not worth it. I already have enough trouble explaining how Santa shows up in a house w/ no fireplace...

Inauguration

It would seem that many out there have a blog of some sort; given our typical adoption rate of things (trendy or otherwise) we are right on track.  What to do with this little widget is of course the question.   My track-record with updating the web-site proper with pictures of ever-growing children is sub-optimal at best, ah well, what can you do.

So with that, subscribe to this if you wish, you may happen upon something humorous or interesting... no promises.

And thus concludes what could possibly be the most lack-luster "Welcome" post for any blog... under-promise and you can't be held liable for missing expectations...