Last night I was grabbing the last of my laundry and the kids who like to play with Arthur were outside. All of them had nerf guns and plastic weapons and were reenacting some great battle and each one had adopted their own unique battle cry. I’m going up the stairs with my sheets when I hear this tiny girl with a plastic sword cry out in the melee
“BYE FELICIA!”
And I died.
The Paradox Machine 