Younger had to entertain himself last night at the restaurant. So he begged a penny off of me and confiscated both of our forks.
He then trapped the penny between the tines of the two forks, pointing in opposite directions, then balanced his creation on the lip of his soda mug.
He was impressed with himself.
I asked him, “Do you know how many hands have touched that penny? And now that penny is wedged into my fork?”
“Well,” he drawled, “after a while, the number of hands is immaterial.”
He’s not nearly as clever as he thinks he is.
Well, he might be as clever as he thinks he is.
But he’s not as funny as he thinks he is.
I better not die laughing, anyway.