Parenting Camp: Epilogue
All dialogue in participants' own words.
Wife: We're going to the zoo.
7 Year Old: Oh! You're going to go see the Pokemon!
(It took effort, but I convinced him that if Mariann took him to the zoo and out of the office during business hours, he could see the real live Pokemon they have chained down.)
Me: That's right! You are!
Father: Pokemon at the zoo? (He knows I am lying. I think.)
Me: Of course. They have drawings of them, right? How would they know what they look like if they hadn't captured them?
7 Year Old: I want to see the Clefairy!
Me: Oh. You can't see it. It died.
7 Year Old: No it didn't! Pokemon can't die.
Me: It could. It got cancer.
The boy leaves tomorrow, and won't be back for a year. That gives me plenty of time to practice that whole "interacting with the young" thing.
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