DOT 35 : EUREKA

Daniel (7+ years old) 

Tuesday, November 12, 2002

Dad opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling. 

His face bore no expression. His reluctance to participate in the heated debate grated on Mom’s nerves. 

“One thing’s for sure,” Mom thought out aloud, 

“he got it since birth.” 

Pausing for a moment, she took the initiative to clarify, 

“It happened during pregnancy, I’m sure of it.” 

Dad turned to look at her direction. 

He remarked grimly, “You don’t know that. 

Even the doctor doesn’t know how he got it.”

“Oh ... Oh, but I do,” Mom retorted with a dangerous slur. 

Dad said nothing. 

For a while, he seemed to be in deep thought. 

Attempting to read his mind, Mom said finally, 

“Okay, fine. You’re right. It’s not the microwave.” 

Her low tone suggested defeat … but not for long. 

“You know what,” she exclaimed suddenly, eureka-style, 

as she sprang forward in her seat.

“It’s that stupid thing ...”

“What thing?” Dad frowned slowly. 

 "That stupid, stupid thing we bought at the Baby Fair!" 

she bit out angrily.

 Even squatting in a corner looks fun ... :D