Harlan and I were joking around yesterday, trying to think of horrible traps for the other one to escape from, or perish in. Here was one of Harlan’s best efforts:
“Dad, I throw you in a giant pool of lava. And in the lava there are alligators. Lava-proof alligators. Oh, and sharks.”
I escaped by using my pocket transmogrifier to turn the lava into chicken soup, and the gators and sharks were just noodles and bits of chicken.
