Primus's birthday was on Valentine's Day, but because of our winter-break travel, we're having his party tomorrow. Fifteen elementary school boys playing laser tag. For this year's party favors, he's moved on from wanting a bag of assorted Party City crap, preferring to hand out a book. I'm going today to hit up the Barnes & Noble in White Plains, and I give him the option of coming with me.
"I'd better," he says darkly, "to stop you getting anything embarrassing."
(What, fifth graders wouldn't like a board book of Goodnight Moon? Not even ironically?)
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