Julia’s String Theory

She had a string hanging from the sleeve of her sweater and I pulled it off for her. Laying it on her shoulder, I said “Here sweetie, it can be your pet string.”

Yeah. I’m a comic genius to the five year old demographic.

For about five minutes she played with it, telling it to “sit” and “roll over” and (best of all) “play dead!”

She did not, however, name the string. Which might be a clue. If she wasn’t so devoid of guile, I’d assume she was just messing with me.