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<\/a>George: Momma, Daddy, can I have a Yoshi<\/a>?\nMe: It’s very early, go back to bed.
\nGeorge: But can I have a Yoshi?<\/p>\n
I could tell this wasn’t going to end soon, so I grabbed my pillow and blanket and we went back to his room. We laid down on his futon and I closed my eyes.<\/p>\n
George: So can I have a Yoshi?
\nMe: Sorry, buddy. Yoshi’s aren’t real.
\nGeorge: Yeah, but can I have a Yoshi toy?
\nMe: We’ll see.
\nGeorge: Is there a Super Mario Brothers Store around here?<\/p>\n
He had taken my sleepy “We’ll see” as a “Yes” and was ready to go get it right then.<\/p>\n
Me: I don’t think there are any Super Mario Brothers stores. Maybe in Japan. At this point I had woken up enough to realize we had gotten way off the original topic.<\/p>\n Me: OK, look, we can get a Yoshi toy next time we go to Toys ‘R’ Us. Now please lay down and go back to sleep.<\/p>\n Two minutes later we were downstairs eating breakfast because he was “not too sleepy”. I think he wrangled a Yoshi toy and trip to Japan out of me.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" I was making out with my wife in our bunk in a mining colony on an alien world run by our teleporting trans-dimensional sparkly vampire overlords who prefer to travel by miniature steam train when I woke up to George’s … Continue reading
\nGeorge: Like Choo-Choo Soul<\/a>?
\nMe: Right, like where the bullet train is.
\nGeorge: OK! let’s go!
\nMe: It’s very far away.
\nGeorge: Where is it?
\nMe: It’s across the Pacific Ocean.
\nGeorge: Can we walk there?
\nMe: No, we can’t walk to Japan. It’s way too far.
\nGeorge: Well, can we go there?
\nMe: Maybe someday.<\/p>\n