Get up, stand up

There's just about nothing better - and funnier - than being a dad.

So I'm having dinner with my sons. Dinner is tasty, I've got a glass of merlot, and "Bob Marley: Legend" is on the CD player. We're having a grand time, grooving to "Three Little Birds", and my oldest son - still in grade school - turns to me and says,

"Dad, are there Wailers in America?"

Somewhat surprised, but impressed by his appreciation and recognition of Bob Marley's band, I reply, "well, I'm not sure how many of them are still alive, but any that are alive probably live in Jamaica".

He's puzzled. "Jamaica?" Silence for a few moments. "Why would they be in Jamaica?"

I was not expecting this, as he is half Jamaican and knows that Bob Marley is from there, so I can't quite sort out why he'd be asking this. Still puzzled, I glance at him and notice his latest book selection on the table next to him: "Moby Dick".

He meant whalers.