Passenger 1: genexer with hipster haircut and overall I-used-to-be-a-band-but-now-I-work-for-Google look. Passenger 2 and 3: amused yet proud genexer’s babyboomer parents. Destination: beach Props: couple of shovels, a bucket, and, what sounds like, a very large canvas bag full of rattling bones. “What’s with the bag of bones, haha?” I ask Nervous laugh follows. “How did you know” The bag slips to the side opening a bit, revealing, what in fact is a large, bovine (I hope) bone. “I did not, should I be worried? ” I say, casually checking if my maze canister is still at hand under the seat. “My son is turning 4 today and I was just going to do a cupcake party, but he recently really got into dinosaurs. So I baked a dinosaur shaped cake, and was just going to give him some related toys, and the dino jumpy house, and dino pedal car, and then I started to think how about a paleontology dig, so I did some research, and one can get plastic bones for paleo-dig-themed birthday party,” (!) “but then I thought about how much cooler it would be to have real bones, so I did some research and found a place in Montana that sell large clean bison bones ... “How much” I ask “Well, not cheap but totally worth it” “Plus the shipping” says the mom, who, I now notice, has a slightly ironic expression. “When you were little” she tells her son “we once had balloons”“And then I had some ‘Do Not Trespass, Dinosaur Dig in progress’ tape printed, which was challenging since they cannot read, and then the Indiana jones hats for 25 heads.” “First kid?” I ask “How did you guess?” Hopefully he turns out fine anyhow.. |
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