Hello world, sorry I haven't posted in a while. I admit I have not felt that inspired as of late. Ok, maybe my inspiration hasn't been that uplifting. Anyway, I am back and have a fantastic little story to share with you today. Please allow me to set the stage for you.
I am in the van with Porthos, Aramis, and my 10 year old nephew, Batman. We have just left the grocery store where we have picked up a package of apple fritters (the boys wanted donuts, but the donut shop was already closed). As we sit at the intersection at a red light, the boys notice a police car across the street.
Porthos: "Look, it's the PoPo!"
Batman: "Quick! Hide the donuts! The PoPo's gonna steel them."
Porthos pulls over his hoodie and stares at the police car as it goes by.
Aramis: "Hey, where's the PoPo? I don't see anyone in the driver's seat. (The windows seem slightly tinted, making it difficult to see inside the car.)
Porthos: "That's because I made him invisible with my super scary face."
Aramis: "No, it's the super yummy donut."
Porthos: "Maybe it's a ghost car."
We arrive home and as we get out of the van;
Batman: "I want to be a PoPo."
Porthos: "Why so you can eat coffee and donuts all the time?"