Profiling

The other night, I was putting the boys to bed, and I ran downstairs for a minute. I saw a skiddish streak of blue flash past me, stealthily making his way across the dining room, and I instinctively blurted out, "Daniel, what are you doing?!"

Ian and Daniel were both wearing their blue Thomas-the-tank-engine pajamas, but this unexpected flicker of blue turned out to be Ian, who was extremely curious as to why I just assumed the bedtime-escape-artist was Daniel. I declined to explain, so finally he volunteered his own hypothesis:

"I think you thought I was Daniel, because Daniel gets into mischief, and I don't."

(March 30, 2009)