First, she made it fine and is resting comfortably. She woke up, complained about the food, and went back to sleep. The broken doctor is also fine, for what it's worth.
Second, I wish I had hot or even room temperature teachers. I went to mostly Catholic schools so while the schoolgirls were heavenly the teachers certainly weren't.
Third, that short daughter story. Keep in mind I'm a proud dad so what I think is interesting about my daughter is right and if you disagree you're wrong. Now, the thing about us is that what the comedians say about New York Italians? It's true. Linguistically the word "fuck" has transcended common ... don't get ahead of the story. I know what you're thinking. Anyway, it's transcended. It's a verb, a noun, adverb, adjective, but mostly it's punctuation. Mostly a comma. And don't get me wrong, I try my hardest to do what a "good parent" should do and avoid using it but it's just impossible at this point. My parents said it all the time. My grandparents said it all the time. Friends say it all the time. It was my second word.
So Saturday we're having a huge Memorial Day picnic with my company, everyone's friends and family, retired and new soldiers. We're talking five to six hundred people, standing around and trying to help the environment by killing and eating a herd of cows, and whatever animal that's leftovers are used in hot dogs. Children are running around being kids, and adults are in various sized groups talking and mingling.
I can't really say what was being talked about, but I did say "fuck" at some point, to which one of the helicopter soccer moms quickly grasped their kid by the ears (like somehow boxing the poor boy's ears would somehow make the last five seconds cease to exist. Then again I've had concussions so maybe a little head trauma is more effective parenting than I've been lead to believe) and admonished me with "Language!" Which, to me was like "Whatever, Captain America." But I never got the chance. My daughter stopped in her tracks, looked at the woman, said "English," and went back to running around with the other kids.
We got ice cream on the way home.
George Carlin wrote:
I think it’s the duty of the comedian to find out where the line is drawn and cross it deliberately.