Skeleton Crew.
Mood:  mischievious
Topic: Sam
Preamble: I would like to point out that it is five freaking thirty in the morning and I have been up for over an hour despite not having to leave the house until 6:45. Damned pregnancy insomnia. It's good for the blog though; I've even got three draft entries in the pipeline on topics ranging from "Sticking it in" and popular music to mating tortoises to a comparison study of the Beatles, Monkees, Rutles and Wiggles.

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Every morning in the car, I listen to the Howard Stern Show. There are many who will tell me I absolutely should not do this, what with the kids in the car and all, but I am a much worse influence on them than Howard Stern. I have never heard them repeat anything untoward from the Stern Show, but I have more than once heard Matt mutter "bloody hell". On the plus side, if he's going to learn to cuss from me, at least he is learning to do it in a somewhat refined, British style. We are, after all, a nice well-spoken family.

In any event, yesterday morning Artie and Howard were discussing Michael Powell, the departing FCC head. "Michael Powell!" Matt yelled. Sam, who firmly believes that Michael Jackson is both a skeleton and a girl, cried, "He's a skeleton!"

"No, honey," I told him. "Michael Jackson is the one who's a skeleton. This is Michael Powell. He's an entirely different guy."

Sam looked at me. "They're all skeletons," he said darkly.

I tried to convince him otherwise, but he is quite certain that anyone named Michael is a skeleton. This could prove interesting in his future social life.

Meanwhile, in this week's Onion, Neverland Ranch Investigators Discover Corpse of Real Michael Jackson

Well, that explains a lot. Sam is right. He really is a skeleton.