in the past month, i've been to oklahoma city, new york city, and petoskey, michigan. of all the people i know and love in these places, no one makes me laugh more than my brothers. (take the death chat, for example.)
in michigan, Jack (the 6 year old) woke me up painfully early. when i asked him what time it was, he replied, "7:80."
"7:80?" i said. "come back at 9."
he ran downstairs and told my dad to wake me up at 8.
i think 6 year old boys are so loosely acquainted with reality that only their imaginations exist.