I have been seriously remiss. I haven’t written a book review in ages; I’ve not even posted links to interesting things I run across. As a blogger, I’ve been most ‘scrutiatingly lazy.

Today, though, something happened that I cannot ignore: my beloved 5-year-old daughter, Anne, has demonstrated the beginnings of a sense of whimsy. She’s always been fairly literal-minded, and as Jane and I are inclined to flights of whimsy I’ve lost track of the number of times I’ve heard these plaintive words: “Daddy, are you being silly?”

But there is hope! Today, Jane reported the following exchange:

Anne: What’s for Dinner?

Jane: Snails

Anne: No we are not! You never buy snails this time of year.

Of such little acorns mighty oaks do grow. 🙂