birth of a confidence artist

An ancient rite is performed on my living room floor.

The complete and total fleecing of a younger brother by the eldest.

My charlatan firstborn lays their Pokemon cards out.

And in the span of a few minutes, hornswoggles every good Pokemon card 

out of his brother's deck and into his own.

I, do not know what makes a good Pokemon card. 

Because it is a game a game only idiot savants can understand.

Which is why my two children love it.

However, I intercede on my youngest's behalf.

His shifty, carnie brother whines that I am upsetting the natural order of things.

I tell him to zip his grifter pie-hole and give his brother back the "mutant turtle 

with a tree growing out of it's shell" card.

My oldest, oddly, immediately complies, a little smirk flashes across his face.

I sigh. 

It is a look that can only mean, "when you're gone, I'm going to wipe him out."

World, I apologize now for the reign of terror I fear he will one day unleash.

Beware of him trying to sell you something on late night cable in 15 years.

Comments

[Gail]

I used to be a Pokemon master a good few years ago. I could battle anyone with my Squirtle. It'll be Warhammer next.