You know, I think the child takes way too much after the husband than she does after me. I'm the serious one. No one stops my husband in the hallways to tell him what outrageous thing *I've* done, so how come people always stop *me* to tell me what *he's* done. Is this like some SATS (Secret Adult Tattler Society) that makes people take the effort to communicate these things... on purpose?

I suppose for this to make sense, you have know that my husband and I work at the same place. Yeah, it has its moments. Right now he's in out-patient rehab for a wrenched shoulder and who should I happen upon in the hallways than his physical therapist. Who just had to tell me what a "hoot" my husband is.

PT: "So I hand him a baton..." I blink. "...a 24" long dowel..."

IGToW: "Ah."

PT: "...and I asked him if he knew what it was..."

IGToW: "Uh-huh."

PT: "And do you know what he did?"

Now here's where I'm getting nervous. There's no telling, so I merely shook my head

PT: "He took it out of my hand and said..." Here she pauses and holds her hands up like she's holding the dowel in two hands in front of her. "'Why, yes. It's Dickie the stick.'" She shifts her hands (still holding the invisible dowel) with one hand fisted near her eye, the other straight out. "'With this you could be Gallileo discovering the wonders of the heavens...'" She shifts and holds it like a rifle. "'You could be a Marine sniper taking out an Al-queda terrorist...'" She moves her hands so the invisible dowel is swinging like a cosh. "'You could be Mayor Bloomingdale beating off the rioters...'" She paused and dropped her hands to her side; I could almost hear the sharp clatter of wood on the concrete floor. "He's so funny."

IGToW: "Yeah, he has his moments..." and like that, she was gone, waving at me as she rushed to her next appointment (whether with another patient or her therapist is something I'd like to know).

So, on the way home, I relayed all this to the hubbly and he just grins. "You know what she said after that?"

"Sure, I'm clairvoyant, but tell me anyway."

This doesn't daunt him. In 22 years I've not found anything that does. Except childbirth: that spooked him.

"She said, 'Ye-es. But it's only a stick.'" That earned a chuckle out of me. "Then later, while she was doing the ultrasound, she asked, 'Who's Mayor Bloomberg?'"

All right, so he's just a Schtick. No, you can't have him, he's all mine. *G*