OK, so there we were, Thunderchild and I on the way to
school. Her mother is off for a few days
and it’s my privilege to take her to school.
First we need to decide which radio station to listen to. I enjoy a talk radio and she a more popular
music kind of station – we “settle” on the latter (which actually means I lost
the argument).
We’re halfway to school and some competition comes over the
waves about “good advice”. They ask
questions about movies that provided some of these. The contestant this particular morning happens
to be some blonde that seems to have just woken up – she giggles.
First question is about something said by Yoda from Star
Wars (the sentence construction was all turned around). Blondie fluffs it totally, and giggles. A bit of prodding and elimination of the
other answers by the DJ and she manages to guess the correct answer, sheer luck. More giggles. Daddy is starting to lose it, heart rate goes
up.
Next question. “Which
lycra-clad superhero that does not
suffer from arachnophobia said….”. Who
cares about the rest of the question. You should have guessed it by now.
SPIDERMAN!!!
Giggle. Blah,
blah. “Wrong answer”, says the DJ and
thankfully cuts her off before she can giggle again. I let loose and have a go at that
blonde. TC tries to stay with me, but
perhaps I took it too far and she gets a little irritated with me.
A minute or so later we’re at the school (did I say which
school she goes to? Yes, the best one in
the country), she turns around to look at me and says:
“Your aura is all messed up.”.
And before I can say anything, she disappears into the school grounds,
her words still lingering …
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