Unsolved mysteries?

Yesterday Vicki called me, laughing, because Samson had walked into the kitchen, said "glasses? garbage" and then toddled on his way back into the living room.

When she looked in our garbage can, indeed, there was her glasses case. When she asked him if he'd put the glasses case in the garbage, Samson nodded his head and said "yes, good."

Vicki and I have each lost of pair of sunglasses in the past few weeks, and since we used to leave them on the table by the door (the same place the glasses case was), I think that little mystery has been solved.

But the larger mystery of Samson's phantom word also appears to be solved [although there is no consensus on this in our house. I say yes, but Vicki is not convinced.]

So, what could Buk-uh-nay-nay mean?

I'm pretty sure it's his way of saying "Berkner," which refers to Laurie Berkner. [Vicki is not disputing this fact, but she thinks the chronology doesn't match up --- i.e., he was saying "buk-uh-nay-nay" around the house before we had any "buk-uh-nay-nay" in the house. As you can tell, we lead very full lives.]

For those of you without kids, Laurie Berkner (pace Sam Anderson) is like the Liz Phair of the under-5 set.

Samson attends to her DVD with all the reverence of a pilgrim at Mecca or Woodstock. He knows most of the words, readily sings along, and occasionally does some free dancing. Which, of course, is my favorite.

And really, what's not to like? Buk-uh-nay-nay has smart songs, catchy melodies, and just a hint of world-weariness as she uses her acoustic guitar to chronicle the lonely crowd that is modern America.

Ok, that last part's not true, but I really do like her music.

In fact, her song about dinosaurs has been playing on a loop in my head for months now.