Friday, August 17, 2012

Good Decision

"Do you want to hear my Scooby-Doo joke?" Logan asked.
"Sure," I said.
There was an awkward dance accompanied by an averted gaze.  The look on his face told me that he was expecting me to say, "No."  I was getting the idea that this may not be an appropriate joke and a few important questions began to form in my mind.  Note to self: have a little chat with the older boys when they get home.

Logan ran off in the direction of the front yard so I returned to my writing.  After a minute or so, he appeared at my side looking like the cat who swallowed the canary.  I gave him an expectant look.
"Did you hear my joke from the front yard?" he asked nervously.
"No.  Should I have?" I inquired.
"Do I need to say it again a little louder?" he asked.
"Do you?" I wondered.
"I think I will tell you a different joke," he said.
I think you will too.

- 17 August 2012

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