Discipline is an issue for us at times, as it is in any household. We’ve tried many different techniques, however, we don’t hit in our house. Personally, I don’t need to hit or spank, I can usually get Piper to submit simply by using my voice. I know that I can make her cry just by yelling at her. Not that I ever want to make her cry, but that usually ends up being the result. Although I am soft spoken, having studied voice in college does have its advantages. I know exactly how to project, use resonance and modulation on my voice to get certain effects if needed. Also, at some point during the years, things just clicked and I acquired the “mom voice.” You know the sound, that mom tone that stops you in your tracks. I’m not being sexist: dad’s yell, but mom’s have that tone. I liken it to the Bene Gesserit voice power from the novel “Dune.” Since “the voice” has such an effect on Piper, I don’t use it much. I try to reserve it only for extreme occasions, like if she is running into the street or about to touch the stove when it’s hot. Sometimes it creeps into disciplinary situations, however.
The voice got used yesterday, although inadvertently. Piper was playing upstairs in her room. I went downstairs for a couple of moments, trying to think of new ways to pull my hair out. I heard little taps upstairs. I thought Piper was in her playroom, drawing on her chalkboard. I went upstairs after a few of minutes, because, “Hey, what can happen in just in a few minutes?” I was surprised when I found Piper in her bedroom, then when I saw the inside of her door, I was even more surprised.
I let out a shout I probably shouldn’t have. I used the voice. “No, no, no, no, no! What happened?” She cried almost immediately. But I stopped and apologized, because I knew this was really my fault. And I explained this to her: (a) she was just playing, she didn’t do this on purpose, and (b) I should have been watching her anyway. I calmed her down, explained these points to her, and said calmly that she simply should never draw on the door with her pens again.
But upon closer inspection, what I thought was just a child’s doodle kind of creeped me out. Was this some kind of message? It looked like something out of “Red Dragon.” What in the world could this mean, if anything? I thought we needed an expert’s opinion, so I emailed the photos to an old acquaintance of mine, Charlie Eppes, who happens to now be a consultant for the FBI.
He emailed me back saying that the letters do seem to have some intrinsic meaning. They appear to be ordered in some way, like in a code. The message has to do with time, and seems to be making some kind of prediction. He mentioned something about complexity and intrinsic indeterminability. He had assigned number values to all of the letters, and used a Fokker-Planck equation to try and sort it out. He couldn’t decode all of the message, but he did ascertain that it had something with a thing called “diggolees.” He also used another word, “doonkas.” Awesome. That makes a lot of sense, really clears it all up. Thanks, Numb3rs guy.
I asked Piper about it, she had no idea what I was talking about. She just pointed to the door, and said that she liked putting her stickers on it. She said it “made her happy.” Well, I don’t know anything about diggolees or doonkas, I just know that I want her door clean. I’d better get out the Magic Eraser before mom gets home. These “diggolees” can wait, now it’s scrubbing time.
Source: Some ideas were paraphrased (albeit incorrectly by me) from the numb3rs blog. This site was made by a professor from Northeastern University’s Math department. It’s really quite interesting, I suggest checking it out sometime.