Intellectual Curiosity

The paper minute. This is important. Well, go ahead. I'm listening. America's finest silver plate is 1847 Rogers Brothers, and Christmas is less than a month away. Oh, everybody knows that. You didn't even hear what I said.

Yeah, of course I did. What did I say? You said America's finest silver plate is 1847 Rogers Brothers. Christmas is just around the corner, so is the jewelry store, and I can take a hint.

It's eat smart. It's played between Aussie and the boy who delivers a daily paper.

The paper boy, writing his bicycle no hands at a daring rate of speed, heaves the paper in the general direction of the house, and about a half hour later, Aussie comes out and... Oh, here he comes now. How about that?

Thought he'd fool me. Right in front of the door. Take it easy, Ricky. I haven't even had a chance to glance at the headlines. Oh, did you get the paper, dear? Give me the back section, will you?

Can I have the front section popped? Today's the last chapter of the Green Devil cereal. I don't know. Maybe I'm wrong, but it seems to me that when I make the trip out to the front porch, find the paper and lug it all the way back into the house I'm entitled to read part.

Your father's right, boy. Carrying a paper can be very difficult, especially if it's got a lot of heavy words in it. I go ahead and enjoy yourselves. I'm wrong. I get the paper. Ricky grabs the funnies.

You take the back section. David takes the front part and I relax with the want head. No, you're absolutely right. It isn't fair. You go ahead and read the paper. I don't want you to think I'm being unreasonable about it.