Always Hire a Reputable Electrician

I’m laying on the couch when my toddler asks if she can lay down by me.

“Sure.”  Pause.  “Do you want a story?”

“Yeah!”

I start in on Aladdin’s Lamp.  I am at the part where the evil uncle magician has taken Aladdin out into the wilderness, where they find a crack opening in the ground.  “And at the bottom of the crack they saw a gate . . .”

“No, a penguin!”

“What!  Why?”

“Because the crack!  The crack!  And they’re hunting the penguin and she has a mommy penguin and the mommy penguin gives her crackers!”

. . . .

Then my young school age son asks me if I know about the Chief Judge Holiday.  I don’t.  It’s Christmas, he tells me.

Again, “what!  Why?”

“Santa Claus, Dad! I thought you knew that!”

Next time I get my kids’ brains wired, I’m not just hiring just some guy.