let’s just call him monte
December 1, 2004
People laugh at me and think I’m telling tales when I say my youngest son is going to be a mobster. Witness:
Keith has got three ceramic cups and a little monkey token and is playing a game with the older one on the kitchen counter, putting the token under a cup and mixing them around and getting Jack to guess where the monkey is. The little one comes in, watches a couple iterations of this (Keith is using some sleight of hand), pulls a quarter out of his pocket and says,
“Let’s make this a little more interesting…”
Seven. He’s seven years old, going on 50.
