Those geese have poison stingers!

This morning at breakfast Tristan asked me, "What does 'strange' mean?"

Before I could say -- unhelpfully -- that "strange" means "inexplicable,"  Duncan jumped in.

"It's when you're tired and you need to go to sleep, but you don't."

Fair point, I thought.  In that sense, and others, "strange" sums up our lives for the past 3.5 years.

Of course, strange may also just be being three years old.  Language is new and enormous.   You're swimming in a sea of first-time observations, double meanings, and accidental puns.  Knapp's Creek might well be a wet place where people sleep, and it's probably smart to be wary of both bees and geese.  Even if your mother thinks you're strange.