Friday, November 12, 2010

Sometimes you just hear what you want to hear.

This evening, walking the dog at dusk.

Kids up the street: (in chorus) Can we pet your dog?

Us: Sure!

Me: His name is Bruiser.

One kid (while petting Bruiser): We know. (pause:) I'm a monster. (one arm inside his shirt)

Another kid (also petting Bruiser): I'm a monster too.

Me: Very scary.

Yet another kid (petting Bruiser): I'm not a monster.

Me: So, the monsters are trying to catch you?

Yet another kid: (nods)

More petting. Then:

Me: (brisk as all hell) Okay!

The historian: So you think it's time to get going?

Me: Yep.

Kids: (in chorus) Bye Bruiser!

The historian: (contemplatively) When that kid said I'm a monster, at first I thought he said, I'm a Marxist.

4 comments:

Renaissance Girl said...

In your neighborhood, aren't they synonyms?

Nik said...

One day, when the darkness has left the planet, all the children will claim their true Marxist affiliation.

Ann said...

Hahahahhahahahahhahaha

Emma J said...

Oh, classic last line!! And clever, clever commentary.

I laughed out loud.

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