Mr. S. is working from home today. He's a physical oceanographer. When he works on his research, his desk brings to mind one of those New Yorker cartoons of scientists' blackboards covered in equations. Today is especially intriguing; there are numbers and squiggles all over the place, and graphs on the computer, and all kinds of incomprehensible stuff. No words.
After Bean and I got home from the bus stop, she came into the study to say hi to her Daddy. She climbed on his lap, surveyed his desk and screen.
"Are you working?"
"Can I help?"
"I don't think so, sweetie."
"Please can I help?"
"Can you solve for the adjustment of an isolated lens in the presence of ambient rotation?"
Shakes head. "I know how to solve problems, though."
Later, in comes the Peanut. "Daddy, may I please have a jelly bean?"
"If you can solve for the adjustment of an isolated lens in the presence of rotation, you can have a jelly bean."
Silence. "Well, how do you spell that?"