The other day at dinner, my sister said, “Today the teacher told us that electricity is lazy: it always takes the easiest path.”
“Water is even lazier,” my mother interjected.
“Yes, I know,” my sister said impatiently. “Electricity runs along; water just falls. But when he said that, I immediately thought of you.”
She meant me. I started to laugh. “We should call her Sparky, then,” my dad joked.
“Nah, I’m the laziest,” I said. “I should be water. I’ll be Splash.”
So I am. My sister is Sparky. Henceforth, everyone I mention in this blog will get a pseudonym along these lines, to make things simpler. 🙂