Category: Gaetano Said
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Earlier tonight my son asked me, "Mom? Does Adobe.com sell like a whole bunch of different colors and kinds of clay or something?"
Oh the innocence of youth. You know, I once thought the very same thing of Adobe itself -- back then there was no ".com" to speak of. I always thought that Macromedia was a better name and still do. Adobe clearly had a brand name with a larger market penetration so they made the right choice keeping their name.
At any rate, his question helped to remind me that intuitive naming isn't absolutely critical to success. I for one prefer intuitive names, but that would just make sense. ;-)
On the way home from school yesterday, my son decided to ask me a question. Here's our conversation for your reading pleasure.
Gaetano: Mom, how much does a jet pack cost?
Me: A what? A jet pack? (I know what a jet pack is, I was just caught off guard since his question came out of nowhere.)
Gaetano: Yeah, you know the ones you wear to make you fly.
Me: Yeah, I know what a jet pack is. Well, you know I'm not sure. I'm not even sure there is such thing as a real jet pack. If there is, I'm sure it costs a lot of money.
Gaetano: You mean like 50 bucks?
Me: No, probably more like 5,000 dollars. I don't know, maybe more.
Gaetano: That's a rip off!
Me: Well when things are new they usually cost more until enough people have them and then they cost a lot less.
Gaetano: Maybe you could look it up on Google when we get home. I don't know why they would cost that much. I can make a jet pack!
Me: Oh really? You think it is just that easy?
Gaetano: Sure! I can make a jet pack. You just make the thing and put straps on it so you can put it on your back like a backpack, but I don't know how to make the flames part.
Me: Don't you think "the flames part" is important?
Gaetano: What? (He didn't understand what I was getting at.)
Me: Well, don't you think the flames are important? Isn't that what makes it fly?
Gaetano: Ooooh, yeah.
Me: So don't you think making the flames is complicated? I mean, if you're going to wear a jet pack they have to make it safe -- so the flames don't burn your butt.
By then we'd just pulled into the driveway. Gaetano was laughing hysterically. I'm guessing he was laughing that hard because of the imagery, but also because its not every day he hears mom say "butt".
If it weren't for Dan telling me about the guy who crossed the English Channel today I would not have blogged this.
According to the article, this jet-wing (jet pack) costs $190,000. Boy, I was way off! When I get Gaetano home from school today I'll be sure to show him the video. He'll surely get a kick out of it. I bet he'll say he looks like Buzz Lightyear too, probably right after he exclaims that $190,000 is a "rip off" too.
Me: You're so yummy I'm going to eat you up.
Gaetano [with much facial expression/animation, smiling, spoken indignantly]: I am not a munchkin. I'm not eatable. I am not breakfast!
Those who know us know that we love to tease him and call him munchkin. He always laughs and its a fun game for us. Today it was the "eatable" part that cracked us up and I had to blog it so I'd never forget it...
Me: This is called checking email son; its boring.
Gaetano: I don't want to do work. When I get married to a mom she's going to do all the work.
"I downloaded a new game." ~Gaetano, age 5
Gaetano has been learning the same mealtime prayer I learned when I was a little girl which is said before every meal where we're all at the dinner table together. It is the youngest person at the table's job to say the prayer. At this past Thanksgiving I whispered the words in his ear as he spoke them out loud. He could barely pronounce most of the words. All of us smiled at how adorable it was...
A few weeks later he wanted to memorize it himself and kept asking to pray and wanting to know the next part of the prayer. By Christmas he had the entire prayer memorized.
If before a meal anyone starts eating, he promptly remembers that we have to pray first and then he proceeds to lead us in prayer. I always let him know he's done a good job, but aside from that I haven't been encouraging -- that is, we're not prayer obsessive in our house. Gaetano has pretty much decided on his own that prayer should be done and not forgotten. It's rather cute and I'm proud of him for it.
Last night before dinner he misspoke one word that nearly caused the rest of us to burst out laughing, but we refrained. It went like this:
"Bless us O Lord, for these thy gifts which we are about to refreeze. Through thy bounty, through Christ our Lord, Amen."
(In case you're unfamiliar with this prayer, "refreeze" should have been "receive".) We decided to eat the meal and not refreeze it.
Gaetano [pointing to some identical objects on my desk]: What is that?
Angela: Ram chips.
Gaetano: What do they taste like?
Angela [holding back laughter]: Those aren't for eating! [grinning] They're for computers.
Gaetano: I was only just teasing. [pretending to eat one and chew it] Ow, ow, ow, owie. [he giggles]