“One Christmas morning Greg, who was five at the time, woke me up to go downstairs. I looked at him and said, ‘Okay, let’s go wake up Greg.’ He looked at me with his big kindergarten eyes and nervously said, ‘I am Greg!’ From then on our family has used the phrase ‘I am Greg!’ any time one of us is having an existential breakdown.” —from Yes Please by Amy Poehler
Halloween night, watching the World Series with my parents. Rapt, unspeaking. Nothing but the noise of the game.
Somewhere in the bottom of the third, my phone plinks: a text message. I check it.
It’s from my mother, 10 feet behind me:
“Who is the character you are portraying?”
Well?
BananaHammer 