Baby Boy asked me for a kite. Knowing his only experience with a kite is in the Curious George book when George gets swept up into the sky and the Man with the Yellow Hat has to rescue him with a helicopter, I said "yes."
I am not a dream squisher.
But there has been no wind.
After several days of hearing him whine about the weather, I said "If you want to complain to someone, you will have to talk to God." As I dialed my father.
"Hi is this GOD? I have a boy here that needs to talk to you about the lack of wind."
My confused father kept BB occupied for a few minutes as I opened some wine.
About an hour later, I heard BB talking on the phone. Thinking he was just playing around, I smiled as I listened to him tell "God" that he wants ice cream for dinner.
Funny, right?
Guess who doesn't think it's funny?
9-1-1.
Somehow he called the police. I stopped him before the sheriff was dispatched to arrest me.
Are you there, God? It's me the felon.
