The Idea-o-max 5000
This past Saturday I attended a surprise birthday party for my stepdad. Sure, the cake and wine and DJ were fun and all, but towards the end of the festivities I found a newfangled-story-idea-generator that I'm going to patent.
It's called a five-year-old.
The conversation started innocently enough. A boy was asked what he was going to be for Halloween.
C: A white ninja.
At this point I think the kid's got chops.
Kelly: Reeeally? A white ninja? How is that different than a black ninja?
C: He rides a dragon.
Kelly: A dragon? What kind of dragon? A kimodo dragon?
C: No. A dragon that breathes ice.
I was wrong before. He doesn't have chops. He's a frickin' genius.
Kelly: A dragon that breathes ice! Wow! That's so cool!
C: And there's a dragon that breathes fire and one that breathes electricity and one that breathes rocks.
Kelly: Holy cow! How can you possibly fight one of those dragons?
Here C looks very earnest and he lowers his voice.
C: You use the Golden Dragon.
Kelly: What does the Golden Dragon do?
C: He breathes ice and fire and electricity and rocks.
I was wrong before. He's not a genius. This kid's a frickin' prodigy.
Kelly: Whoa! How would you defeat the Golden Dragon?
C: You don't.
At which point he lost interest in his cake and went outside to play. I, on the other hand, had to sit and ponder and really wrap my mind around the concept of the Golden Dragon. How would one take one of those bad boys out?
It's called a five-year-old.
The conversation started innocently enough. A boy was asked what he was going to be for Halloween.
C: A white ninja.
At this point I think the kid's got chops.
Kelly: Reeeally? A white ninja? How is that different than a black ninja?
C: He rides a dragon.
Kelly: A dragon? What kind of dragon? A kimodo dragon?
C: No. A dragon that breathes ice.
I was wrong before. He doesn't have chops. He's a frickin' genius.
Kelly: A dragon that breathes ice! Wow! That's so cool!
C: And there's a dragon that breathes fire and one that breathes electricity and one that breathes rocks.
Kelly: Holy cow! How can you possibly fight one of those dragons?
Here C looks very earnest and he lowers his voice.
C: You use the Golden Dragon.
Kelly: What does the Golden Dragon do?
C: He breathes ice and fire and electricity and rocks.
I was wrong before. He's not a genius. This kid's a frickin' prodigy.
Kelly: Whoa! How would you defeat the Golden Dragon?
C: You don't.
At which point he lost interest in his cake and went outside to play. I, on the other hand, had to sit and ponder and really wrap my mind around the concept of the Golden Dragon. How would one take one of those bad boys out?