On a Homework Night recently, Ruby wanted to get an opinion on a haiku she came up with for 5th grade; she asked for mine, because, she said to my wife, "My Dad's a poet." No one needs to tell me any different.

scat

One Sunday morning, in the blistering cold, Ruby and I headed towards the Pretzel Factory. I scatted to my daughter and asked her who would do such a thing. She said, "You should answer that. You just did!"

stars and gumballs

Tonight, Ruby and I went to mass and the homily explained freedom as a matter of fixed points, without which would collapse into destruction, like a kite. Deep enough. As an aside, Ruby said her thumbnails were made of stars. I asked what her eyeballs were made of; she said, "gumballs."

daddy/daughter day

My favorite thing about daddy/daughter day is: when we tackled each other.
-- Ruby

My favorite thing about daddy/daughter day is: getting lost at the mall.
-- Joe

pretty dumb

A man who was texting on the bus asked me, "Yo, Buddy, how do you spell 'there'?"
I replied, "As in a place or possession, like, 'their stuff'?" He said, "Like something's not there." I spelled t-h-e-r-e.
He appreciated my help.

When I told Ruby about my encounter, she announced, "Pretty dumb."

metal mania

Watching retro metal videos, Ruby saw David Lee Roth's band. When I told her they were all boys, she gasped, "What, they're all boys? How???"

in rememberance

Going over Ruby's notes on her religion studies for her exams, I asked where Jesus prayed before being sentenced to death. Jokingly, she said, "Olive Garden," instead of the 'Garden of Olives'.
We both knew better, but laughed appropriately.

When it comes to Holy Thursday, Ruby understands that the body and blood mean something other than they are, just not sure exactly...