Kathleen’s monologue as I drove her to school this morning: “Why did summer have to end? Only two weeks ago I was sleeping in until 11:00. I FELT LIKE A GOD! And now I am in hell.”
She’s in a theater class this semester. I’m just going to write this one off to theater class.
For the last two nights Lucy has walked around the house with her shin guards, soccer socks, and cleats on. We don’t even have our first practice till Thursday. Between you and me, I’m a little scared that she’s into this for the fashion rather than the sport.
The other day, as is my wont, I was explaining Socrates to my daughters …”The Oracle at Delphi told Socrates friend that Socrates was the wisest man. So Socrates decided to try to prove the Oracle wrong. He went around and asked apparently wise people questions. But it turned out that when they answered him, they were confused about everything. Socrates was the wisest person because he knew that he didn’t know anything.”
Kathleen: “That makes no sense.”
Me: “Everyone else thought they knew things, but they were wrong. Socrates knew one thing, that he knew nothing. So he was right.”
Lucy: “It’s funny, because I only know one thing … It’s that Kathleen doesn’t know anything.”
Next, I really need to teach them only to use philosophy only for good and never for evil.