I had given my keys to Miss M. to put in her purse. As we were boarding the elevator, I asked for them. My keys and her keys had become entangled. We had the following brief exchange:
Miss M.: Mom! Do you have a whistle?
She has a whistle on her key chain.
Miss M.: MOM! DO YOU HAVE A WHISTLE?
ME: No, Sweetie, I
Miss M.: Oh right. You have a gun.
Me: That's right.
To set the record straight, I do have a whistle, but it's not on my key chain-- although that's not a bad idea-- and my gun is not on my key chain, either.
If only Aesop had been presented with this dilemma... "The Gun or the Whistle."
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