Fat Ninja

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I got up early this morning to go get in a quick round of disc golf. My first round at Orchard Park was decent enough that I finished with two birdies. Still, thanks to my twin nemeses that are holes 8 and 9, I finished with a par. As I was leaving, I ran into Dave from Yahoo! and decided to squeeze in another round. But, I’m digressing, for my aim this morning isn’t to regale you with tales of my adventures in disc golfing.

It was upon my return home that I found Laura and the kids in the languid stupor of reveille. Laura immediately mentioned that Byron had had a bad dream, asking our son if he had told me about his bad dream yet.

I asked Byron, “Oh, did you have?a bad dream last night?”

He nodded his head emphatically, “Yeah.”

I knew from his thin lipped demeanor that this was an issue of great distress for him.

I inquired, “What happened in your dream?”

He ventured, “Um, I had, uh, candy, and I put in my mouth, and I didn’t taste it…”

“You couldn’t taste candy anymore?”

He replied gravely, “Yeah. It was a bad dream.”

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