“Toys are for dogs who haven’t learned to appreciate naps.”
When I first started playing with Cleo, coming on a year ago, I would announce my presence at the church by texting Cathleen. Mine is a custom ring tone on Cathleen’s phone, and that ring tone became Miss Chioux’s proxy signal that I was there, such that I can’t text my wife, now, anytime, when I know Cleo is around.
Funnier still, the iPhone issues the notification twice, if you don’t dismiss it. So on hearing the second ringtone, Cleo will race to the window to see if I have arrived a second time.
You figure out the underlying epistemology. Here’s an even better puzzler: Cathleen bought Cleo a spiky blue ball that she loves to play with. The spikes keep it from rolling very far, so play is more of a drunkard’s walk – not a long schlep down the hall when she gets it trapped somewhere.
That ball was for the church, but she liked it so well that we got another one for her home. And yesterday we bought another one for our home.
Here’s the epistemology quiz: What does Cleo make of the fact that her favorite ball is everywhere she goes? Does she know there is more than one ball? Or does she surmise the universe just comes equipped that way?
In other news:
The Federalist: Democrats Plan Tax Giveaway To The Rich, Bailout To Blue States.
Heather Mac Donald: Ripping Off the Veil: A British classical music organization exposes the sordid business behind all racial-preference regimes.
American Thinker: Is the Republic dead? Can it be saved?
Mark Steyn: A Hinge Moment of History.
