Damn, it’s been a busy year. Hell, I’ve been busier than paparazzi at a rehab center. Hell, I’ve been busier than a congressman at a page-filled coffee house. Hell, I’ve been busier than a defrocked minister at a gay bath house.
The point is, it’s been busy. But we’ll get to some of that later. For now, I give you another episode of La sabiduria de los niños:
The G-man is sitting at the breakfast table, having some hot chocolate – the kind with the marshmallows in it. He asks me, “Daddy, is marshmallow two words?”
In all my infinite wisdom, I try to explain to him that “marshmallow” is one word, but he, at 3 years old being smarter than me, says, “Yeah, but marsh is a word and mellow is a word, right?”
“Right, son. But marshmallow is one word.”
“So you can take marshmallow and break it apart to make two words and and put it back together to make one word?”
“So can you marsh stuff? Can you mallow stuff?”