Posting for yesterday here. I was sitting in the kitchen, eating chili while reading some work papers, when David appeared in front of me. “Where does this go?” he asked, thrusting a Miraculous Medal toward my face.
“Just a minute,” I said, trying to finish my paragraph. Whereupon the Medal flew from David’s fingers, slid down my papers, and landed in my chili. “OK, you didn’t have to do that,” I added, “just because I asked you to wait.”
Whereupon David shriveled up like a raisin.