Santa Claus vs. The Tooth Fairy
“If you get something nice now under your pillow, that means you may only get a dollar in your stocking on Christmas Day.”
“That’s okay,” said Daniel. “That way I don’t have to be as good at Christmas.”
“If you get something nice now under your pillow, that means you may only get a dollar in your stocking on Christmas Day.”
“That’s okay,” said Daniel. “That way I don’t have to be as good at Christmas.”
We stopped at Ack Ack Nursery to see what they had for sale that met all of our arboreal criteria. The tree had to be taller than we were. It had to be big enough to support the weight of the occasional bird. Most importantly, we needed a tree that couldn’t escape.
I pressed the Fanta button and stepped to the side so the first few purple drops of soda hit my arm instead of my shirt. I could wash my arm. I dropped the drinks off at the table and stopped Daniel from banging on the ketchup packets with his fists before disaster ensued.
“Daniel, I’m sorry I ever doubted you,” I said. “You really don’t like anything more than mashed potatoes, do you?”
I pointed out how the film went to color when Dorothy arrived in Oz. It turned out Daniel hadn’t noticed. He just thought it was “the color of Kansas” before that.
“Black and white pictures have shades of gray, no colors.” Daniel gave me a long look.
“Dad, are you obfuscating me?”
I almost choked on my malt.
“You know your children better than I do. Please tell me in a million words or less about their passions and their strengths. How do you think their story will be written in the future?” Wow, I thought to myself, it’s been a long time since I had to write a theme for school.
I came up with 14,038,358,400 sliders required to reach the moon and back.
“You forgot the ones for lunch,” said Daniel.
Oops. I came up with 14,038,358,404 sliders.
I could hear the sharp intakes of breath from my companions across the room. Cichy was making this odd gurgling noise. It was either a sinus condition or a large parasitic worm was preparing to crawl up out of his throat and eat my face.
The first job I got out of college was the position of “Assistant Manager” at Radio Shack. It sounds more glamorous than it actually was. We had two types of customers: the know-it-all customers and the know-nothing customers.
I figured this was the perfect time to set up Microsoft Excel to play “The Name Game”. It promises “there isn’t any name that you can’t rhyme”. This is done by selectively changing the first letter of the person’s name.
T-Rex smiled, showing rows of long white teeth. “I mean I have a good sense of humor. Tyrannosaurus Rexes were known for their sense of humor.”