For a fact I seem to fit in here, don't I?
My daughter has gotten used to me doing silly things in public now- the last time I got cantaloupes with her, I sorted through a pile of them to find two nice ones. I checked the stem end- if it smells of melon and isn't bright green, the melon is ripe. I then held them, stem ends out, at chest level. She turned pink and left the area.

It seems to be a recurring theme in my life.
( The Resident Loon Not a demographic. Do not measure., Fri 17 Apr 2009, 14:29, 1 reply)

I used to be able to do the same, but my daughters no longer even
blink no matter what I do (ages 21 and 18).

Strangely enough, when she goes to college next year my youngest daughter is planning to study geology and climatology just as I did. She even asked if I would be willing to lecture at her school. I have no idea of where this came from but it scares the hell out of me! (I am sure she will change when she starts her classes but it is a bit flattering as I NEVER tried to get either of them into my field of study although I used to bore them to death when I woudl pontificate about rocks we were seeing on family trips.)
(MichaelS wasn't picked again, Fri 17 Apr 2009, 17:27, closed)