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.
I used to be a Pokemon master a good few years ago. I could battle anyone with my Squirtle. It'll be Warhammer next.
Posted by: Gail | July 21, 2008 at 01:09 PM