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...

God's Last Name

At Bridge and Pratt, this sultry afternoon, I asked my Taxi driver to bring me to Bridge and Pratt. Obviously, I meant something different. I happened to be looking at the "Bridge and Pratt Cafe" sign upon entering the cab, so it was on my mind.

In any case, the driver laughed and told me, "Officially, that is not a place."

I let it go.

While riding to my actual destination, "Cottman and Frankford," I thought of when Ruby asked me why God doesn't have a last name. I said, because he is a Trinity, spoken of in three names, or the beginning and the end, everything as one.

She responded that was fine.

At mass, she always has many questions. I asked her to wait and pay attention to what is happening. She inquired, "How can I pay attention when nothing is going on?"

diplomatics in the living room

Over fajitas at the coffee table, sitting on the sofa, I asked Ruby if she was going to be a well-behaved teenager. She responded, "I don't know. That's in the future."

Playing one of Ruby's DS games, I realized my turn ended rather abruptly; I asked her why it was over so soon. She said if you're bad at it, the quicker it ends.

depressions in the sidewalks

On our way to the playground off of 7th and South Streets, Ruby concluded the puddles on the cobble-stoned pavement were made by melted ice. I said the depressions in the sidewalks gave them their shape. She asked, "Do you mean the sidewalks are sad?" I said, "No, but the pockets in them allow puddles to be formed." She responded that they are depressed "because of winter, probably, or that they can't play."