Gratuitous "Why Couldn't This Have Happened Yesterday?" Posting

My standard reply whenever the Llama-ettes ask me how I know something is to assume an impassive expression and say, "Because I'm Daddy and I know everything."

So far, it has worked pretty well, but I fear the days of bliss are coming to an end. Already both the Eight and Six Year Olds have been showing signs of increasing dubiousness, and last evening my credibility suffered what may prove to be a serious blow.

You see, they were quizing me at dinner, trying to trap me, when all of a sudden the Six Year Old asked, "What is the capital of Tasmania?"

Now, the truthful answer would have been, "How the hell should I know what the capital of Tasmania is?" But I wasn't willing to admit total defeat just yet. Not being able to think of a suitable diversion off the cuff, I blustered for a bit, suggesting that while I did not remember at the moment, a bit of memory-jogging would eventually produce the correct answer, because I was pretty sure it was in the old bean somewhere.

I don't think they bought it.

Anyhoo, the irksome part is that had they waited one more day to pose the question, I'd have been able to reply firmly, "Why everbody knows that the correct answer is Hobart! In fact, today is the anniversary of the founding of that city."

Just think of the credits I'd have earned had I been able to pull that one off.

Ah, well. "Look on my face - my name is Might Have Been."