April 15th, Day 15 of 30 (Written Around 8:46 PM on April 13th)
We Got Him From K-Mart
"Do they bite?" I asked the store clerk
as we peered over the multitudes of boxes.
"They're children," she huffed;
"Common sense is an optional feature,
and sometimes we forget to include it at all.
Every now and then, you'll get one
who believes he can bite his teeth off
for quarters from the tooth fairy, so
he attacks the nearest couch.
But that's a defect we'd rather not discuss."
"Does it come with a make-your-generation
question-the-capabilities-of-its-kids warranty?"
I asked the cashier as he scanned the package.
He nodded and reminded me that I
was making an investment I wouldn't regret,
though it would add up to the cost
of a small house and a car. Unfortunately,
he explained, I couldn't turn it in
for those items.
"We should've gone to Sears," complained
a wife strenuously worried that we had to have
the perfect child. I ignored her to contemplate
the fact that some assembly required,
according to the fully empty manual,
meant sleepless nights, broken hearts,
spilled food, dented cars, and the realization
that I would have countless memories
I would look back fondly upon
before gracing the eternal silence.
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