We were celebrating our friends’ four year old’s birthday. We totally spaced a gift, so we got an envelope and put a $10 bill in it. When he opened it, he ran right to me and gave me a hug. I asked, “How did you know it was from us?” He said “That was easy. It has your picture on it.”
Rotten kid. I’m kidding. We’re the ones who put ourselves in that position. I’m just grateful he didn’t say it to my wife. I would be reminded forever about the time she was insulted because “I” forgot the gift. That’s the way it goes, isn’t it?
But what about me? Do I really look like Alexander Hamilton? I’m not sure if I should be happy or insulted. I guess insulted is out of the question because it was a kid and that was his perception. So do I? You decide and unless you disagree with the kid, don’t give me your opinion.
It could have been, “Hey, who gave me the 10 bucks?” I would have said that we did and he could have shouted, “Oh, that guy who looks like George Clooney.” Much better. Not nearly even close, but I would take it.
Actually, since the kid was only four, he would have no idea what Clooney looks like. He would go with someone more familiar. Uh oh, it would probably be Sponge Bob Square Pants! Yikes! You know what? I’m not going to attend anymore of this kid’s parties. My ego can’t handle it.
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