April 25, 2007


I was in the mall today looking for white knee socks for Mr. T. He’s wearing a kilt to the wedding, so we need him with long white socks. Knee socks will work best.

I went to SIX stores before I found them. I finally found them at the local uniform store. I guess little girls don’t wear knee socks anymore. But that’s beside the point.

I walked into one of our local ‘kid’ stores in the mall. It looked kind of high end, and had lots of cute girl clothes in the store. Now that I’ve been in it, I realize its mainly preschool, but at the time I didn’t know.

I spoke to the woman working the register and they didn’t have what I needed. She pulled out some pink ones with purple dots and I thanked her profusely and said, “I need white. My son is wearing a kilt in a wedding this weekend and as much as I hate to put him in girl’s knee socks, this is what we will have to do… unbeknownst to him.”

And suddenly she was very interested and we started talking about the Great Wedding of 2007 and finally she said, “Wait. I will call The One Who Knows Everything…”

I must’ve looked rather doubtful. She continued, “No. Really. Wait. The One Who Knows Everything… truly knows everything…” and with that she dialed the phone. A couple seconds past, the other line picked up and she said, “Dad…I have a question…”

I nearly spit. I could not quit laughing. Afterall, we do not call my Dad The Great Omnipotent One (TGOO) for no reason. She got off the phone with an answer (he said Sports Authority and try a sports sock which was on our list) I laughed and said, “Oh my God! I am laughing! I say the same thing about my Dad!”

And she said, “No, really, it’s the relationship I have with my Dad…’

And I said, “I totally get it! We call my Dad the same thing. And my boys… we’ll be in the car and they’ll say, call big Daddy. We need to know the answer to…”

I couldn’t stop laughing. What a riot. And for the record, phone calls to Mim and Big's house this year, that I remember have been: How do you make a nuclear bomb? How did Harry Houdini die? Is Madagascar a real country and if so, how big?

And for the record, I know my Mom definitely answered the last one, but she may have answered the one about Harry Houdini too. I can’t remember… so many questions are fielded on a daily basis.

Posted by Boudicca at April 25, 2007 09:46 PM | TrackBack

Is your Dad The Great Omniscient One? Or The Great Omnipotent One? Does he know everything? Or is he All-Powerful? Or both?

Perhaps you should call him TGOOO.

Posted by: Elisson at April 26, 2007 10:10 AM

Good Catch! Actually, it started when I was in high school and he was the All Powerful, Omnipotent. But then over the years we were teasing he was all knowing, Omnicient, but then I just morphed it back to Omnipotent, figuring I was covering both bases, for our purposes, being All Powerful. ;-)

Posted by: Bou at April 26, 2007 12:01 PM

Omnipotent sounds better. It has a more poetic feel. BTW, I wear knee socks with my braces. I can usually find them at Wal-Mart.

Posted by: Denny at April 26, 2007 01:01 PM

See, that's why I could never have kids. I don't know enough trivia.

But I can make good guesses:

Madagascar is a real country, off the coast of Africa, and about the size of Montana.

How's that?

Posted by: Harvey at April 30, 2007 10:43 AM