Qmckenna’s Weblog

From an old email:
September 3, 2007

Lila and I were playing a game in which I was the child and she was the mother. She asked me what I wanted to eat and I said “monkey”. After protesting that monkey is not food and trying to feed me bread that she said “tastes like monkey” she relented and said she would go to the store to get some.

But she advised that I could not eat the brain.

“Why not?”

“Because that’s what makes him think.”

“So what?”

“Because he thinks he’s not going to get eaten.”