Something About Something
Once
I helped my nephew Andrew snap together a plastic toy. When we finished he
gazed adoringly at me and said, “Uncle Nat, you know everything!”
“Not
everything,” I demurred, “just something.”
“About
what?” he asked.
“Excellent
question,” I replied zennishly.
“About
what?” he repeated, louder.
I
said to his mom, “Wasn’t that a good question?”
Susan
said, “Yes, it was.”
So
Andrew said, “ABOUT WHAT?”
“I
know something about something.” He turned away in disgust, and I laughed. “That’s
the most honest answer you’ll ever get from anyone, kid!”
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