Non sequitur is Latin for "it does not follow."  In logic it means that there is a gap in reasoning, that one statement does not follow from the preceding statements.  And as Isaac's Dad, sometimes I am left scratching my head by his non sequiturs.  Here are a few recent ones:

"I want to be bald."

He said this and Bianca and I instantly looked at each other in bewilderment.  After a day or two we figured it was because one of his favorite characters, Ang from the Avatar the Last Airbender (most underrated TV show in history, FYI) is bald.  He is a pacifist, vegan monk and the hero of a kids show, because you know, that sells toys.  So we thought it was his attempt to be Ang.  And if you look closely you will see that Isaac and Ang look very much alike, but for the hair.

Isaac:



Aang:



Twins, right?

But alas, no.  We still don't know where that came from.

He then told us that he wanted a gun.  He, like is father, is apparently a big Second Amendment supporter.  And he, like his father, will never get a gun.  Sad.  Finally, he told me one day on the way to school that he had hills, but he wanted mountains.  I looked at him in disbelief and he told he was referring to his muscles.



He is well on his way.

Sorry for the lack of a Monday post, I was busy half-dying from a stomach bug Ethan gave Isaac, who gave it Bianca, who then gave it to me.  Ugh.  

Anyway, Nanna and P-Pa consider this post a warning.  Isaac has become something of an obsessive swear word collector.  

If you have a kid under 10, you soon realize that TV just doesn't work for them.  The fact that there are commercials, the programs last a half hour at the shortest, and even with on demand, there are limitations to what they can watch, means that TV just stinks.  As these kids get older, it is highly likely that TV as we know it--networks, etc. will just go away for this reason and many others.  The real place for kids to be entertained is YouTube.  But if you a kid YouTube has ready access to one thing TV does not--swear words aplenty.  I deliberately screen all of Isaac's content, but even the most persistent filter will miss few bad words.  Plus, even if I didn't miss them, he'd learn them at school, mainly from his ornery friend Sheamus, who taught him how to flip people off (but didn't tell him what it meant completely, he said it meant the F-word, but Isaac didn't know what that was either).  

The end result is that swear words have become an undiscovered country for Isaac--a place of linguistic power and intrigue.  I am 100% in the I could care less camp about swear words, but the rest of society is not and so, with Bianca's urging, we have tried like China (and in vain) to limit his exposure to swear words.  But every time someone says a word he doesn't know with any sort of vigor he thinks it is a swear word ("Astounding!").  Probably once every 15 minutes he is away I get asked if something is a swear word.  And when something is bleeped out, he sits there and tries to figure out the rest of the world for phrase.  Right now he is puzzling through the two "P" swear words.  He figured out piss, but the other, female related term, still eludes him.  But like a true collector, he will not give up.  I can't imagine the joy he would feel if he heard George Carlin's rife on the Seven Words You Can't Say on TV.  

I am distinctly not a fan of selfies.  But this one is an exception.  Its not really a selfie, but a picture of my beautiful family with me in it.  We are ending a long and glorious night at Edaville Railroad, an amusement park open for Christmas.  This is a restore carousel.  And it is splendid.

Life doesn't get better than this.