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.
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.
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?
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.
Anything you heard as a kid you want to share?
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