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This morning, my younger son (age 7) decided he wanted to make breakfast for Xen and me. He said, "I'm going to make omelettes from Frank's world!" (Frank is his invisible friend from the twenty-first dimension.)
"Omelettes from Frank's world?" Xen asked.
"Yes, I will put chocolate in them, and then put them in the oven at sixty degrees Farenheit. On Frank's world they make them like this, they're really good."
"But we don't have any eggs, and besides, I don't eat eggs!" I said.
"Then I can make omelettes from Blur's recipe!" (Blur is my son's invisible tank-bunny, who looks like "a megatron with a bunny head.")
Xen replied, "I don't think a giant tank-bunny knows how to make omelettes. He might put motor oil in them!"
"I don't want to eat food based on the recipe of anyone invisible and from another dimension," I finally said, as my younger son was digging in the fridge for ingredients for some other recipe.
Tucker
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