"Mom?"

"Yes, honey?"

"Does the word 'ball' have an 'o' in it?"

"Ummm, no."

"Does the word 'no' have an 'o' in it?"

"Yes, it does. What's with the letter 'o'?"

*thinking*

*short attention span snaps* "Mom, look at the airplane. He's hanging with his friends."

"Kiddo, you didn't answer my question."

"What, Mom?"

"What's with the letter 'o'?"

*thinking*

*attention goes boiiiing* "Does 'question' have an 'o' in it?"

"AAAH! Yes it does! But what is with this fascination with the letter 'o'????"

"What's fascination mean, Mom? Does it have an 'o' in it?"

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr...



Makes me wonder if the kid is part of an"o" racket.

And yes, after the last post, I just couldn't leave things as down as they kinda were. I'm getting over the creeping Carnival Crud many seem to have been afflicted with in one form or another, I finally started getting some good Mardi Gras vibes yesterday, and I'm looking forward to seeing my first Muses parade in its entirety in seven years or so (had to miss the previous ones due to four years of living in NYC, then a few more years of having to put the kiddo to bed and figuring Dan would get more stuff anyhow from a women's parade - and now I read this and wanna kick the krewe for being so much the fraidy-cats) .

I still haven't figured out what the deal with the "o" is. Really, this comes up with no other vowel in the English language. Although, looking at the "O" that Lefty is trying to sell to Ernie, it does look like a cheapo Mardi Gras frisbee throw...