a matter of degree

Isaac (5): "Mom, I think I'm a bad kid."

Me: "No, Isaac, you're a wonderful kid! Why do you think you're bad?"

Isaac: "Well, sometimes I say stupid, and stupid is a really bad word."

Me: "It is a bad word, but sometimes even nice people say bad words. Like Dad. He's great, but sometimes he says words he shouldn't say."

Isaac: "Like fuck?"

Me: "..."

milestone

My first thesis-year mailing is mailed off! I know that to 12/13 of you, that makes no difference whatsoever, and this is why I'm posting here instead of Facebook (not that one more who-the-hell-cares post would break Facebook, but I'm trying to be considerate) but nonetheless I'm feeling the need to crow about it. And I have to crow now, before I get my professor's comments back, and she tells me not to quit the day job. (Receiving of such comments will take forever, mind you, because she must be the last person alive using USPS for this sort of thing. Seriously. I had to Print 30 pages of Actual Paper, stuff it in an envelope, write things on the envelope in actual handwriting, stick stamps to it, and drive it to the post office. Where it will be picked up, driven to Denver, and then flown on an airplane to Oregon. I don't know when exactly I developed an allergy to paper, but there is something jaw-droppingly archaic about transporting pieces of it around the country.) Anyway, yay for me!