Something About Something
Once I helped my nephew Andrew snap together a plastic pteranodon 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 asked his mom, “Wasn’t that a good question?”
Susan said, “Yes, it was.”
Andrew yelled, “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, kid!”
No comments:
Post a Comment