Is It Really?
The only way to equal a day with my niece Avery is to hang out with her brother Ethan. Don't let his small stature fool you. He's a very bright kid and his glasses are a nice touch. My fellow nerdlinger and I enjoyed a few hours playing video games and laser tagging a few weeks ago.
On the way to the arcade, Ethan talked about a new computer keyboard he saw the other day. This particular item was noteworthy because the keys lit up and made satisfying click sounds with each tantalizing press. Now it may have been the way he described the keyboard with such delicious words as 'cool' and 'awesome’ and ‘boss,’ it may have been the way he reveled in the clickity-clack sound of the keys, or it may have been the way he nonchalantly slipped in the one hundred dollar price tag, but something told me Ethan really wanted this delectable device.
"I really really want it."
"So all it does is light up?" I said.
"Yes," he said in his distinct 'yiss' sounding way.
"It doesn't seem necessary."
"No," he said. "It really is."
I laughed at his casual statement. He caught me off guard, a trait he shares with his sister. He's clever, but he's not getting a hundred dollars out of me. My eyes go all squinty as I survey my future air-hockey opponent.
Now, the best way to get the edge on a wily eleven year old in an air hockey game is to hit the puck really hard repeatedly so it ricochets crazily and he doesn't have a chance to defend.
It really is.
The attack is more than enough for my young friend and even me as the puck slips into my own goal. I repeat, my own goal. My eyes go all squinty again. Touché young sir.
"Let's play some more," Ethan said.
"I think I'm running out of money. I need to recharge the game card."
"No worries. It's only twenty dollars."
Only twenty he says. We still have many games to play. Laser tag is calling our names. Ethan may get a hundred dollars out of me yet.
It really is.
St. Peters, MO USA
2nd time submitter. I may have acquired an addiction for submission.