A few weeks ago, in a sudden need to get some genuine work done, I let the kids watch Inspector Gadget. I know, I know--but I had a TON of ironing to do. I'm not proud of it . . . I don't do it too often (let them watch a purely entertaining, by no means education video, that is--I iron relatively frequently), and Amanda knows about it (which is not to say she approves). Anyway . . .
Today at lunch, I was reading a suspenseful book, and I used a deep, growly voice. Van pointed out that it was the same as the voice of the bad guy in Inspector Gadget. Powell supplied the name: "Yeah! Mr. Claw."
Without missing a beat, Penelope supplied, "That's Dr. Claw."
"I wonder where he got his degree?" I asked, trying to get back to the book at hand.
Penelope immediately said, "Oh, he has an M.D. He's not smart enough to get a Ph.D. And, after all, he doesn't have a head!"
Although my ego was nicely stroked (me with my hard-earned Ph.D.), I'm not sure our friends with M.D.s would appreciate that remark! For one thing, it was hard enough for me to get a Ph.D.--an attempt to get an M.D. would have sunk me forever!
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