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Earlier this week my daughter came home with one of those paper cube things girls in school used to make to tell your fortune by asking you questions and flit-flit-flitting the thing back and forth with their fingers to get the answer, which was usually something like "You're gonna marry [name of unfortunate-looking classmate]," followed by hysterical giggling. [I have since learned that these things are called cootie catchers. Which makes no sense whatsoever, but okay.] She wanted to try it on me, and I agreed, because I rule as a dad.
K: Pick a number between three and six.
K: (flit-flit-flit-flit-flit-flit). Okay, pick a color.
K: No green. Orange, purple, pink or black.
ME: Those are terrible choices.
K (annoyed): Just say black.
ME: No. Purple.
K: (flit-flit-flit-flit) Now pick a berry.
ME: A what? A berry?
K: (impatient) Yes! You know, like, strawberry. Duh!
K: There's no strawberry. Blueberry, raspberry, blackberry or boysenberry.
ME: Boysenberry?! Who made this thing?
K: Just pick one!
K: (flit-flit-flit-flit-flit) Okay, here's your fortune. (opens flap to read) You will be eaten by wolves.
I demanded a do-over, of course, and got a new fortune: "You stink."
I asked the girl what other answers I missed out on, and she read them off to me:
"You will get a pet someday." Not pet wolves I hope.
"You will eat pie today." I wish.
"You will win 1000 bucks." I wish!
"You will 'droun' in the pool." Hopefully before I watch you flunk spelling.
"You pooped in your pants." Yes, right after you told me about the wolves.
That's seven answers. She wouldn't tell me the last one, and when I tried to read it off the paper, she snatched it away, crumpled it into a ball and ran off. Must be good, whatever it was.