So the boys and I venture off for a little seasonally appropriate shopping this evening. After 30 minutes of power shopping, the food court beckons. So we get our grub and park our collective carcass at a table upon which rests an innocent looking placard.<\/p>\n
While noshing his nuggets, my eldest is studying the calendar on the placard, which shows the mall hours for the month. Now it’s important to understand that this is a bright child in the sort of way that gets you beat up on the school bus, but he often finds common sense anything but. So my budding nerd looks up from the card, and points out to his brother and me that the mall is open later at night in the middle of the month, and then goes back to normal hours during the last week.<\/p>\n
“Uh huh,” I say. “And this mystifies you?”<\/span><\/p>\n “Yeah,” he replies. “I don’t get it.”<\/span><\/p>\n “Really. You can’t think of anything that happens in December which might cause a need for more hours of shopping?” “Oh yeah! It’s the winter solstice.”<\/span><\/p>\n “Uh huh… listen, you gonna eat all those fries?”<\/span>
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So he returns to studying the calendar with the earnest intensity of a Gregorian Monk. A few moments later, you can see the light bulb go on.<\/p>\n
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