“Mamma, can you buy me a guitar?”
“Fine,” replies the Missus, without giving it much thought.
“And a tabla! I love the tabla!”
“Okay.”
“And could I have a piano, too?”
“Uh huh.”
This was getting too much for me. I couldn’t afford a piano even if I were to sell the shirt off my back.
“Is that it? Nothing more on your list?” I ask sarcastically.
“I’d like a bow and arrow, too,” Stwabbit replies.
“You can’t make music with a bow and arrow. What do you want that for?” I wonder aloud.
Without a moment’s hesitation, pat comes the reply:
“To shoot you with!”
