Friday, September 2, 2016

Something About Something



Something About Something


Once I helped my nephew Andrew snap together a plastic toy. When we finished he gazed adoringly at me and said, “Uncle Nat, you know everything!”
“Not everything,” I demurred, “just something.”
“About what?” he asked.
“Excellent question,” I replied zennishly.
“About what?” he repeated, louder.
I said to his mom, “Wasn’t that a good question?”
Susan said, “Yes, it was.”
So Andrew said, “ABOUT WHAT?”
“I know something about something.” He turned away in disgust, and I laughed. “That’s the most honest answer you’ll ever get from anyone, kid!”


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