Friday, March 24, 2006
We've always thought our son was good and bright and cooperative. A little too angelic? Surprisingly clever? Suspiciously obedient? No ... we just always thought we were extremely blessed and lucky. Until now.
Today Benjamin let it slip. He started talking about his "security papers." "Important security papers."
Sure they just looked like notepad sheets with scribbles on them. But it's obviously some sort of ruse or highly-sophisicated encryption. Our kid's clearly some kind of secret agent, disguised as a preschooler.
I know what you're thinking. But, in talking to him and each other we have identified no books, videos or TV he's encountered that talk about "security papers". (Sure, there are lots of kids materials about "security papers"; we just don't read or watch them.)
No. He's a covert operative all right. Homeland Security sent him here, no doubt, on suspicions of our suspicious dealings with China.
And people thought the NSA's "warrantless wiretapping" was an intrusion ... try living with a secret agent and 4 hairball-horking cats.