Scene: The living room. Late afternoon. A and J are sitting on the couch reading a thank you card.
A: "...Thank you and warm witches."
J: "Heh. (imagines witches in scarves warming their hands over the cauldron) Actually, bud, that's 'warm wishes.' But warm witches is pretty funny. (continues imagining warm witches ala Gary Larson and Sandra Boyton.) How do you think we could keep witches warm?"
A: (channelling his inner Jacob & Wilhem Grimm) "Put them in an oven?"
J: "Uh, that's not quite what I was thinking."
A has been reading about, um, airplanes.
He really wanted an airplane that would shoot missiles. We didn't get him one.
The plane didn't have any controls, so it made random turns.
Also, it was powered by an electric motor, so it could fly far distances. Really.
