Twenty Questions

Danger Monkey, age 10: “Let’s play 20 questions. Try to guess what I’m thinking.”

Me: “Is it bigger than a breadbox?”

DM: “It can take any shape.”

Me: …

Me: “It can’t be a fictional character in a book that only you’ve read.”

DM: …

DM: “I only want to play if mythical creatures are included.”

Me: “OK, maybe I should go first. Try to guess what I’m thinking.”

Little Miss Thing, age 7: “Is it on your face?”

Me: …

Me: “Maybe we should just go back to quietly reading for the rest of the drive.”

LMT: “I thought of something.”

Me: “OK, is it a place or a person?”

LMT: “It’s something you can go into.”

Me: “Is it a building?”

Little Miss Thing, age 7: “Yes.”

Me: “Is it a business?”

LMT: “Mmm… not sure.”

Me: “Well, does it have employees?”

LMT: “I don’t know.”

Me: “Do they sell things?”

LMT: “I don’t know.”

Me: …

Me: “Then I guess I give up.”

LMT: “It’s a bank.”

Me: “Honey, banks have employees inside them.”

LMT: “How am I supposed to know what goes on in there?”





We are back at Grandpa’s house, resting and grateful to be free.

Thank you Jebus!

And big thanks to all of you for putting up with my whining, and for all the support and well wishes.

Now… about that little 12-hour drive back to Indiana tomorrow…

Belize You Me

Danger Monkey, age 9: “Let’s go to Belize or the Florida Keys to see the Goliath Grouper.”

My Oldest, 15: “I would go to the Keys.”

Wonderful Wife: “I would love to go back to Venezuela and hit Belize, too.”

DM: “I vote for Belize. Where do you want to go, Daddy?”

Me: “Brunch.”