Quotes

Whenever Harold and I are crusing around in the Bug, we listen to the Beach Boys. That's just the way it is.

There's a song called Be True to Your School that's in the line up. It's got a section where female voices, cheerleaders, presumably, are cheering on the football team, using the phrase

rah-rah-rah-rah sis-boom-bah

Not knowing what that phrase is, Harold is singing

rah-rah-rah-rah sis-ter-in-law.

That song will never be the same...!

Harold was telling us what happened the previous evening. Yesternight, he calls it. Makes perfect sense. Didn't correct it, nothing to correct.

Harold's playing a Fisher-Price sports video game, one where he has to swat at virtual tennis balls with letters on them. He's doing great; his hand eye coordination is superb.

Here's the funny part, indicative of what crazy stuff kids come up with, the stuff that makes TV shows a hit. He's swatting at the tennis balls, and he's proud of a couple of particularly difficult swings. He turns to his mom and says, "I got a little T and A!"

Indeed, he did.

Harold pulls up a bag of shredded paper and says, "Dad, we cut a lot of grind!"

The previous weekend, we spent a bit of time with the home paper shredder, feeding bank statements and such through it. I call it "grinding" the paper.

Cutting the grind. That term has a ring to it!