The Edge [of all] Journeys

the boy: “I lost some of my eyesight.”

the dad: “Oh? What happened?”

the boy: “I wasn’t watching where I was going.”

“i love my brother SO much…

…i don’t want him to die”

[loving, thoughtful mother (a month ahead of time)]:

“What would you like for your birth day dinner?”

[the honest sage]:

“robots inside my cake!”

“i planted the gun in the dirt”

[intrigued father]:

“oh? is it going to grow into a gun tree?”

[the Z who has it all figured out]:

“when we water it – it will.”

[reaching for pretend popcorn]:

“i’m watching a show. it’s a long one. first there’s Curious George, and then there’s George Washington…”

[wise and understanding father]:

“Oh, George Washington? What’s that about?”

[matter of factly]:

“robots.”

“atchaforcanu!”

[translation finally achieved through the tireless efforts of several frustrated linguists]:

“watch how far i can yell!”

“here, dad, i made this robot for YOU……… but it’s for ME……..”

[mother dresses him in a shirt with big shiny buttons]

“i’m a robot!”