``What are you doing here?'' asked my father, as he answered the door to find me.
``You invited me,'' I answered, and after brief hesitation he agreed and opened the door.
The door specifically was the one to my brother and his wife's, and the invitation had come from my father the day before. My brother and sister-in-law were going to a concert, and asked my father if he'd baby-sit and he was delighted to. My father asked in turn if I wanted to come visit the day before the concert, and after brief hesitation I said sure. Apparently my joke isn't purely a gag; my father really does not hear it when people say ``yes'' to him.
My niece was happy to see me, as best as that can be told in three-year-olds. She had strong ideas about what we should play, including for a while a Whack-A-Mole game which she alternately wanted me or my father to play. She did not approve of it when, while she played against my father, I snuck in to tap moles with my hand.
She also didn't seem to know whether to be exasperated or amused by my not understanding her bed. She's got a new bed since I was last up, a much bigger one than her former semi-crib. In fact, it's bigger than any bed I had until grad school. But my father asked her to show off her new bed, and she pointed it out, and I insisted on asking, ``Oh, where is it? Is it under here?'' and looking underneath the bed, where I dug out a hula hoop and insisted, I think correctly, that a hula hoop was not a bed. She's very certain that I'm silly and I'm curious how long she'll put up with this in her uncles.
Trivia: It was on 25 January 1919 when the Commission on the League of Nations was formed, with two representatives each from the British empire, France, Italy, Japan, and the United States, with five representatives nominated from other powers to decide the League's structure. After protests four more lesser-power members were added. Source: Paris 1919: Six Months That Changed The World, Margaret Macmillan.
Currently Reading: Infinite In All Directions, Freeman Dyson.