Oh, it's a mathematical match made in heaven
This entry was posted on 1/19/2007 9:47 AM and is filed under D's the man.
K: What time is it? (as he climbed back into bed after comforting Mr. Cranky Pants)
D: 6:30. Why are you up?
K: Uh, because you WOKE me up.
D: Sorry. You know what's funny?
K: Tell me.
D: You know how the volume of something, when doubled, is actually 8 times the size of the originial item.
K: OK (wondering how one's "humor" could be oh, so far away than another person's "humor"). Are you gonna whip out the formula for that or something?
D: Sure. (blah, blah, blah, blahhhhhh, blah, blah).
K: Right.
D: Well I read the other day that kids grow up to be about double the size they are when they are two. So if you did the volume calculations for The Boy, that means he would be just about my size. Isn't that funny?
K: You know, when I think of "you know what's funny?" I normally anticipate a discussion about Steve Carell in The Office or Goldie Hawn in Overboard.
D: (smacking my ass) Why you gotta be such as smart ass all the time?
K: Why you gotta be such a collossal geek all the time? How ever did we get married? And who is lying in bed at 6:30 in the morning thinking about the "volume" of their son?
I always said I wanted to marry a man who was smarter than me. I just didn't realize the level of nerdiness that was going to require.
