Talking to a tired mother, KK, this morning, I learnt one of those parental tricks that quite amuse me.
She’d had a “Tooth-fairy Incident”. Her kid had woken up in the middle of the night and found that the fairy had not yet delivered. He’d gone into KK’s room to complain and was guided back to bed. Seeing that she was in for a long night of waiting for him to get back to sleep before she could pull the tooth-money-switcheroo, KK said,
“Your room’s quite messy, I’m going to take the tooth out to the kitchen so the tooth fairy doesn’t fall and twist an ankle. You can go and look for your money in the morning.”
“Nice work, KK,” I said, admiring the elegance of the deception. It also threw in an implicit criticism of the child’s housekeeping.
“So, I was able to get it done instantly, get back to bed, and he got his three dollars, ‘cause the tooth was in good shape.”
“Well, all’s well that… wait. There’s a price differential based on the condition of the chopper?”
“Yeah! Ones that can be ‘re-used’ get a better price. Makes ‘em clean their teeth.”
The logic is irrefutable, but the bit that confirms for me that kids are idiots, is the re-use clause.
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