I'm sitting here trying to get a handle on Monday when my little Princess runs into my office to ask me a question.

Daddy, where is the mote?

After a second of thinking, I realize she wants to watch something on TV. Perhaps I took too long to respond because she rephrased her question:

Daddy, I need to know where the right mote is.

She had already knew the location of the VCR remote. She had also found the DVD remote. (Two wrong motes don't make a right!) What she needed was the TV remote. I helped her search, and we found it...hidden in the couch, of course. Now I'm working again (well, kind of) and she is watching Little Bill.

At this point in the post, I would normally share some amusing or spiritual insight that correlates with the event described above. Unfortunately all I can muster is something along the line of