Miscalculation

When I was born, my father was the children's furniture buyer for Sears, Roebuck and Company. So naturally, my crib was from Sears, Roebuck and Company.

In my childhood photo album is a picture of my dad in my crib. He's showing how sturdy it is. The fact that he had two cloth diapers around his waist should tell you a lot about the way I am today.

Anyhow, flash forward to 2006. Rebecca is in Rachel's room with her back turned to me. I figure, why not? I climb into Rachel's crib. It's quite comfortable. I get Rebecca's attention and she urges me to get out. Apparently, the crib is straining some under my weight. I tell her that before I climb out, I want Rachel to see me in there. I figure she'll find it amusing to see her crazy dad in her crib.

That turned out to be a miscalculation. Rachel comes in from the living room and becomes unglued. She's offended that I'm in her crib.

"That's a girls bed!" she exclaims. "That bed is for girls!"

I climb out.

"That's mean! That's mean!"

Some children have no appreciation of the absurd.