Cal loves to hang out with my brother, Marshall. Yesterday, he picked her up from school and they spent a few glorious hours browsing the local bookstore.
She made a beeline for her closet as soon as she came home.
Me: What are you looking for?
Cal: Uncle Marshall says I need a go bag.
Me: A gold bag?
Cal: A Go bag. With food and water and a flashlight and stuff.
Me: In case of an earthquake?
Cal: No, for the zombie attack.
(…the fuck?!)
Me: I don’t think you need to worry about that, sweetie.
Cal: Uncle Marshall showed me how to lie still with my eyes open so the zombies think I’m dead.
Me: …….
Cal: He asked me if you have good aim.
Well, I guess that opens up a spot at our Thanksgiving table. Anybody want to take Uncle Marshall’s place?
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Update: I discussed the incident with Harv. The only thing he had to say-
“Who do you think has it harder? Me or your brother?
Probably me. At least your brother gets to go home.”
It’s pretty clear Harv worships me.
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Anything you heard as a kid you want to share?
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