“All right… An orca, or T Rex?”
“T Rex.”
“How about an ocean crocodile, or T Rex?”
It was still the dinosaur, of course. What was Gloria thinking?
Little Fred seemed bored. The game was too easy, the choices too obvious.
They were in the kitchen that Saturday morning. His peanut butter breakfast sandwich was half eaten. Gloria leaned on the counter.
“How about Bigfoot?”
“You mean, or T Rex?”
Could she be thinking of anything else?
“Of course, T Rex?”
“Okay… Then, T Rex.”
What kind of softballs were these?
“A woolly mammoth or…”
No… Woolly mammoths are impressive creatures, and Little Fred liked them from the first time he saw one pictured in a book.
Gloria enjoyed reading to him. Big Fred was still with them then.
“Forget it… A weasel, or T Rex?”
“What?”
That was enough. She wouldn’t ask him to choose between a support check, or T Rex.
How far behind was Big Fred anyway?
Money’s always helpful, but she didn’t want to put his father down much more.
She glanced at the freezer.
“Okay… How about cookie dough ice cream, or T Rex?”
Little Fred dropped what was left of the sandwich.
“That’s not fair…”
David Sydney is a physician. He writes in – and outside of – the Electronic Health Record.