Don't hand me!

A couple of weeks ago, I was in a restaurant with my daughter sitting on my lap. She accidently pushed her elbow into me, and I said, as one would "Don't elbow me!", at which point she fell over, convulsed with laughter.

I said "what? what?" - wondering if it was some strange sort of fit - and she gasped through her chuckles "Elbow me! elbow me!" and collapsed again. So I said "What's so funny about your elbow?", and then, just in case we've never introduced her elbow to her, clarified this with "It's that pointy bit in the middle of your arm - why is it funny?".

Little Zeb then calmed down enough to sit up, waved her arm about madly, backhanded me in the face, shrieked "Don't hand me!" and collapsed in convulsive laughter again.

It's illuminating to me how much of our language use really is quite wierd. I guess the use of a body part to describe an action is a bit odd - but as an adult I'm used to it. I remember as a kid sometimes just repeating the same word over and over and over until it lost all meaning - then being really stumped in conversation for days afterwards.

As you wish

I have just reread The Princess Bride. It just gets better and better each time. I'm reading a lot at the moment as I have a UNISA assignment due and my wabbing structured procrastination is taking a bit of a hit.

Anyway, today I found, in a marvelous example of universal synchronicity, one of my favourite web comics doing this.

Made me feel all warm and fuzzy :). Hooray!