This is one of those “I guess you had to be there” stories.  I don’t apologize – it’s my blog.

About 6:30 this morning, the girls started showing up in our bedroom.  Shortly, there were five of us in the bed.  I know the inspiration behind “Five little monkeys jumping on the bed…”

Anyway, I managed to stay in a state of semi-restfulness until the youngest says, out of the blue…

“Stinky fish in hole!”

Now, Uncle Guest Complacent may have some ideas.  He’d be wrong.

I wasn’t sure that I’d heard correctly, so I repeated back – “Stinky fish in the hole?”


At this point, my wife figures out that she’s telling us about her favorite story where Squanto teaches the pilgrims how to grow healthy crops.

Just another day…