Sunday, April 7, 2013

Mt. Rushmore, Caisson’s Disease and Sarcasm Failure

 
The Thirteen Year Old, “Mom, how long can you stay up on Mount Rushmore?”



Me, brain spinning, thinking there has to be some clever response. Finally, grasping at straws, “I guess it depends if you’re Cary Grant and Alfred Hitchcock is filming you.” “What?” “Too obscure?” “Seriously. What are you talking about?”



I had to admit sarcasm failure! A painful step in my decline to dementia.



So I sighed and asked, “Do you mean Mount Everest?” “Oh, yep, that’s the one.  It’s like when you bring up a fish from really deep in the ocean and it explodes.”



Well at least my general knowledge of atmospheric pressure differentials remained somewhat intact and I followed her logic. However, I was too dejected to explain caisson’s disease (the bends) and you know it is a sad day when I don’t pass on irrelevant trivia to my offspring.

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