Z: I’m going to get you a Christmas present. Guess what it is.
Me: I have no idea.
Z: It starts with a C. And ends with an R.
Me: You’re getting me a car?
Z: No. Guess again.
Me: Colors?
Z: The last two letters are dr.
Me: Um…
Z: It’s electronic.
Me: You’re getting me a computer?
Z: Yes!
Me: Where are you getting a computer from?
Z: I’m going to call Aunt Emma on the phone and ask her to give me one for free. For you.
Me: That’s a very nice idea, but Aunt Emma can’t give you a computer for free.
Z: No, not Aunt Emma, that place she works for.
Me: I get what you’re saying, but still, Apple isn’t going to give Aunt Emma a computer to give to you to give to me for free.
Z: Are you sure?
Me: Pretty sure. It’s a very nice thought, though. What if you just make me one out of paper?
Z: That’s a great idea!
Because really, who needs Apple when you have scissors? Also, I feel compelled to admit, it took 3 or 4 variations on “scissors” to get close enough to the correct spelling that spellcheck could get me the rest of the way there.
Mr. Z visits visits Dublin. I have no idea what this pose was about.