Aight, here's the drift.

Today I free myself up so that the good wife can go pick up Eldest Daughter (the Amazing Miss Masha) from school and then off to the grocer's.

They come home, and all seems well, but the good wife had been pestered magnificently by the Amazing Miss Masha. There was this she wanted at the store, there was that, and there was the other thing, and Momma wasn't buying any of it.

So I sit her down, the Amazing Miss Masha (7 years old, bilingual in English and Russian, among other amazing feats) and I says to her that she must be aware of HOW VERY WELL WE LIVE. Now, we're not kings or princes here, nor queens nor princesses. But when we turn the lights on, the lights come on, when we flush, it flushes, when we want meat, we eat meat, we have our fingers and our toes and our teeth and our eyes.

So I start talking to her about conscience and the "sense of ought" and she looks at me and says, "So when the debbil whispers in your ear and says it's okay to be mean to people, the voice in your other ear is G-d?"

(And yes she said debbil, and yes I type G-d.)

Boys, gents, ladies, gentlemen, rabble of all sorts: that's what it's all about. There's no kilt in this except the USAK casual (Farquharson) I was wearing. I have scant else to add, save that I love my daughter. Maybe there's something better than that, but I doubt it.

How did this wondrous thing appear?