“Hey Dad, want to hear a funny noise?”
“Um, OK Fainjin.”
“Bleeeerp!” Fainjin laughs uproariously. This is what passes for conversation at our Saturday breakfast table.
“Comedian!” I said to The Dad as I went to the toaster. “Yep,” said Fainjin with pride.
“What’s a comedian, Fainjin?” I asked.
“It changes colour when it moves on things,” he answered confidently. I don’t think he was joking this time, either.
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