I will sheepishly admit that there may have been a couple of minor instances in my past missives when I've taken slight literary license, and may have exaggerated a wee bit when telling a story. But I swear 100% of the following facts with my 6 year-old daughter are the unembellished truth.
Daughter: What is the next holiday?
Me: Well, honey, that would be Groundhog Day, when all of the people of the world look to the meteorological capitol of Punxsutawney, Pennsylvania, and a small woodland creature gets taken out of a fake tree stump and if he sees his shadow, it means we have six more weeks of winter.
Daughter: Punx-a-whaty?
Me: Punxsutawney. It's an Indian word for "town of the sandflies."
Daughter: Ew. Can all groundhogs predict the weather?
Me: No, only Punxsutawney Phil, who in the German tradition is a woodchuck. His full name is, "Seer of Seers, Sage of Sages, Prognosticator of Prognosticators and Weather Prophet Extraordinary." He is over 120 years old.
Daughter: Rolling her eyes. You made that up.
Me: No I swear! Look on the calendar. It's an official holiday. And a... Continue Reading >> |