Blurbs from the Burbs by Chickysara

The other day I was having lunch with J and T at J’s favorite Chinese restaurant. This was a big concession on T’s part since he is not a big fan of anything that isn’t pizza or mac n’ cheese. At the end of the meal, the boys cracked open their fortune cookies. The scrap of paper in T’s cookie said something like: “You will soon enjoy a pleasant journey.” He was amazed. Right after we finished at the mall, we would be journeying twenty minutes home. This accurate prediction was not lost on T. T: J, how do you think the cookie people know our future? J: Huh, it’s a conspiracy, you know. (J is very into conspiracy theories right now). The cookie people probably know Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny. T: But Santa Claus doesn’t know the future. He just knows if you are good or bad. J: …Well then, it’s the government! They probably have cameras all over the place…and some sort of magic 8-ball is involved. T: Oh yeah! Mom, do the cookie people have a magic 8-ball? Me: ...