One nice things about having a very bright, very inquisitive young child is that her interests make me do things and see things that I would not ordinarily do or so. Two examples this weekend: on Saturday morning Roxanne and I visited the library in search of books on Hopi Katsinas. I have several in my house and she is just obsessed with them: she knows their names in Hopi and English, makes up stories about them and loves to look at pictures of other Katsinas as well. Feeling like it was all a bit decontextualized and vaguely culturally imperialistic (see that Amherst education at work?) I wanted her to learn about the people who made the Katsinas and their way of life. The nice children's librarian helped us find some great books, a little above her level but appropriate and interesting.
Later, we went to temple for an end of Shabbat Havdalah service and at one point Roxanne pointed up and squealed "Look, daddy, dere day are! Lions rampant!" Sure enough, a silver menorah displayed in a case by the coat room was graced with a pair of lions rampant. Roxanne knows that lions rampant "stand up and say roar" while lions passant "just walk by." Maybe this is all about what I've chosen to teach my child, actually.
In other news, a friend of The Real Charlie has suggested (in so many words) that on weak MMWR weeks (such as this one) I run "clips shows" of classics from the past - people getting staph from weights at the gym, trichnosis from eating raw bear liver, anything about getting sick from eating whales or fermented seal flipper, etc. I am undecided. Meanwhile, let me note that norovirus (aka "winter vomiting") is rampant ("roar!") in Boston these days, so hit the Purell, folks.