Dad: What the heck is a hay-fu?
Dad: A hay-fu. Or a tofu. Or whatever it is--that thing on your blog. What is it?
Me: Do you mean a haiku?
Dad: Yeah, that.
Me: Dad, do you seriously not know what a haiku is?
Dad: No, I don't.
Me: It's a kind of Japanese poetry--three lines, with a set number of syllables. Your six-year-old grandson knows what a haiku is.
Dad: Well, you know, a person can't learn everything all at once. I'm only 63, after all.
Dad: So, what's the latest on the purse?
Me: No news. I'm sure it's gone. I guess I should be thankful I've learned such a valuable life lesson.
Dad: Yes, it's good to learn a lesson. Like what a hayfu is.
Me: Dad. It's a haiku.