I knew I would forget one until after I hit "post." Here's a bonus Shmooieism.
Shmoo, feeling neighborly, welcomed himself onto the stoop of Clay, one of our neighbors who has dreadlocks and rarely wears a shirt. He sat down right beside Clay, sized him up (especially the forearms), and said "my daddy has fur."
Another explanation from the mouths of babes... Some of my Bulgarian first-graders were trying to figure out my foreign name one day. Translation:
"His first name is Christo [Bulgarian variant of Chris], but what's his last name?"
"Why, I think it has to be 'Fur.' Christo Fur."
Posted by: Daddy Sherpa | September 07, 2007 at 10:51 PM