All in the Family

My brothers and I have all pursued different career paths. For example, my youngest brother is a Deputy Public Defender down in Norfolk. But lest there be any doubt that we are, fundamentally, cut from the same cloth, I present tonight’s telephone conversation. His not-yet-two-year-old daughter (my niece, for those of you keeping score) was on the phone, and he was demonstrating some of the things he’d taught her.

“What does the pig say?”

“Oink!”

“What does the cow say?”

“Moo!”

“What does the lion say?”

“Roar!”

“What does Leo Getz say?”

“Okay, okay, okay!”

It’s good to see he’s teaching her the really important things.

(By way of comparison, though I held off until closer to their third birthdays, both of my girls do know that Dante says, “I’m not even supposed to be here today,” Randall says, “No time for love, Dr. Jones,” Jay says, “Snootchie Bootchies,” and Silent Bob doesn’t say anything. And Die Hard is a Christmas movie.)