We went to the gym this morning, my laddie and I, and the man at the front desk offered the child a hand stamp. He accepted, chose a haunted house motif, and bore the green-inked imprint proudly.
At the child care desk, he couldn’t wait to tell the attendant about it. “I have a haunted house,” he said.
“You have a house?” the attendant replied.
“It’s green,” I set up.
“It’s green,” the child said.
“LEED-certified,” I said.
Nobody laughed. But children make excellent straight men.