Okay, Summer and Sydney and I are in the car on the way to the middle school, running late because Summer does not want to get up and puts it off to the last moment and is often not a pleasant person to be around at that time of a weekday morning. Come to think of it, Summer is often not . . .  Well, never mind for now.

Anyway, the subject comes up of people who have technically drowned and been revived and we talk about the possible outcomes of such events from vegetative state to normalcy. As we approached the school, I mentioned off hand that of course she had been drownded and after 24 hours revived. She wanted to know if that is why her stomach hurt and I said, probably because a little tiny nurse sat on her stomach and peered up through her nose to see what was going on in her brain. Her name was Agnes; she had red hair and a funny heeheeheeehee little laugh. It was at that point that we reached the entrance and Summer got out.

Then Sydney and I went on to the fairgrounds where he got out to run around and I sat in the warm car thinking of how outcomes can be so different – like grandchildren. You see, you know your kid has half your DNA and half your spouse’s.  Usually spouses kind of know each other and the DNA effects are not unexpected.

But, now grandkids can be as closely related biologically as your own children or not related at all. It is possible for your child to contribute all of the DNA he/she has inherited from you . . . or not one chromosome. This is fascinating.

Then there is the matter of your child’s spouse’s DNA in the kid; where the heck did this stuff come from. Who ARE these people?

But, back to Summer. She’s a girl and therefore has two X chromosomes. Now the only way that could be is if my son gave her the one X he had which came from me. So what if 22 other AJ chromosomes got together and fought off the Der Bingle chromosomes ? The Summer would be half AJ. No, I don’t think so.

I do think I remember, though, a little tiny nurse named Gretel sitting on my chest and sticking alien implants up my nose and into my brain. But maybe it was a dream.