It's Just A Little Vomit

I have always prided myself on a near-spotless car. Then Rachel came into our lives and we suited up my car with a child seat, and eventually found out that Rachel gets sick on the windy road to and from our house. If a total stranger threw up in my car I would be pretty annoyed. But when Rachel threw up I was more concerned with her, was she uncomfortable, did she need some drinking water, that kind of thing. She mostly missed throwing up in my car, but for what didn't get projected out of the car, I consoled myself, "It's just a little vomit." These are words I never thought I would say to myself about my car. I guess that is what it is like being the dad of a child you totally adore.

Meanwhile we are learning a little more about Rachel everyday -- what makes her tick, what makes her happy, sad and so on. The other day I slipped into the TV a DVD from my Three Stooges collection and Rachel was laughing hysterically. I guess slapstick is a kind of universal language. Even with her limited English, Rachel was laughing so hard at times I am considering mailing some Three Stooges DVDs to her orphanage back in India. Those Indian orphans won't need any English sub-titles.

And what is it about those Three Stooges? Just what makes them so funny? When I was in grade school I rolled my eyes when they were on TV. It could have been that Gilligan's Island was in the same time slot after school and that is what I preferred. And I couldn't have been the only third-grade boy who thought Marianne was way under-rated. Or maybe it was that for several years in elementary school, it was always the dumbest kid in the class who had several impersonations of Curly -- the whoop whoop whoop! bit and others. And bad impersonations at that. After grades 1 through about 5, inclusive, that got pretty old.

But it wasn't the fault of the Three Stooges. Now that I have taken a closer look that their movies I find them very funny. Someday I will introduce Rachel to my Bob Hope collection. When she is ready, I guess.

Well that is my post for now. I promise I will report back after we have given out the award for the person who guessed Rachel's true age. I have the prize in my car trunk, waiting for the event. And unlike some other contents of my car, the prize has not been vomited on.

What is the prize? Well, I'll give you several hints: it soaks up 12 times it weight in liquid, and soaks up cola that is spilled on a square of carpet. And it's made in Germany. You know that the Germans make good stuff...

--Tom