… Scuffling ensues. She emerges triumphantly with a mouse and gives it to the kid.
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… Scuffling ensues. She emerges triumphantly with a mouse and gives it to the kid.
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Your child probably mistook the duke mascot for a penguin since you have other penguins around the house no doubt and he knows the connection between computers and penguins. It is odd though, since he does not really resemble tux.
Comment by Greg — Friday, June 29, 2007 @ 2:56 pm
Is there a name for this condition? I just forwarded this to my girlfriend, because this exact conversation has happened to us countless times. Minus the kid.
Comment by Bill Mill — Friday, June 29, 2007 @ 4:51 pm
Yup. It’s called childri-spousal-memo-plosion. Happens to me all the time too. There’s a similar phenomena where your wife leaves you with the kids to go do some errands, and when she gets back and questions you about what happened while she was gone (did they eat anything? Who caused the big mess in the kitchen, why is there water all over the bathroom floor, etc.) and you have no memory of it. This is called episodic juveneural hypo-nesia.
Comment by John — Friday, June 29, 2007 @ 5:41 pm
> no doubt and he knows the connection between computers and penguins
I’m pretty sure it’s because he watches “March of the Penguins” incessantly.
Comment by Mark — Friday, June 29, 2007 @ 7:04 pm
This is classic. I’ve had similar conversations myself.
Comment by W^L+ — Saturday, June 30, 2007 @ 9:29 pm
My kids call any penguin they see “Happy Feet.” I blame their maternal grandmother for taking them to that movie.
Comment by Tony — Sunday, July 1, 2007 @ 1:43 am
I’ve forwarded this to my wife in the hope that she’ll now understand that I am not alone. I can remember where I put that old hard disk I’ve been meaning to try and retrieve data from (in the loft, back left of the floored bit, second box from the bottom, duh!), but I swear she never asked me to change the cat litter five minutes ago!
Comment by Graeme Mathieson — Thursday, July 5, 2007 @ 9:39 am
As much as you write, I’m surprised you can’t touch type.
Comment by Steven — Thursday, July 5, 2007 @ 8:39 pm