This last Tuesday was Square Root Day (03/03/09). Evidently, it only occurs nine times per century. As I can't count that high, I suppose I'll have to take Wikipedia's word for it. Anyway, the next Square Root Day lands on April 4, 2016. That's a little over seven years away. For whatever reason, that really got me to thinking about how my life will be different in seven years. I then imagined the following conversation between myself and my daughter, Murgatroid:

Murgatroid: Daddy?

Me: Yes, my little Higgs boson?

Murgatroid: Um... What does that mean?

Me: Never mind. What's up?

Murgatroid: Daddy, the TV's broke.

Me: The TV's broke? How did it spend all its money already? Most of the stores aren't even open this early on Sundays.

Murgatroid: No, Daddy! The TV's broke! It won't turn on.

Me: Oh! Oh... Now I understand. I see. I thought you were telling me the TV was broke, and I'm sure you can see how I'd make that mistake, seeing as how THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT YOU SAID! But now I realize that you were trying to say that the TV is BROKEN. You really need to brush up on your grammar, sweetie, or no one will ever love you.

Murgatroid: What's gremmer?

Me: That's no excuse.

OK, fine, I sincerely doubt I'll have a child who's old enough to speak in seven years. I didn't say a word until I was fourteen.