In which Piper Cub becomes suspicious of my bona fides [edited title]

Date: Boxing Day

Scene: Piper Kitchen

Discovered on the floor: Northern Piper and Piper Cub, putting together a radio controlled car from Santa

Cub: The car takes AA batteries. We’ve got a big packet of those!

Cub runs and gets AA batteries; the two install them in the car.

Piper: Now the remote. Let’s open it.

Business with screwdriver.

Cub: What kind of battery goes in there, Daddy? AA and AAA won’t fit.

Piper: That takes a special 9 volt battery. Sort of like a cube.

Cub, disappointed voice: Aw, we don’t have any of those!

Piper: Actually, I just happen to have one of those batteries in my pocket.

Piper fishes a 9 bolt battery from his pants pocket and installs it in the remote.

Piper: There! It works!

Cub, in a meditative tone: Daddy, why did you have that kind of battery in your pocket?

Piper, sensing a trap: At this time of year, all Dads carry batteries around for just this sort of emergency.

Cub: Are you sure you’re not Santa?

So was “bona fifes” a typo or deliberate?

Sigh. My iPhone obviously doesn’t speak Latin.

But it matches your username!
Yes, I know it means bagpipes. Still…

Fixed.

/moderating

This story is adorable, but if you’re not Santa, why did you have that 9v in your pocket? :dubious:

He was happy to see someone?

I’m sure it’s a rare thing um… Santa, but be very careful carrying a 9v in your pocket if you have anything else like change or keys in your pocket. Can short it out.

And don’t fart …

“Mommy has toys too, son.”

StG

Yeah, but those usually take D cells. More diameter. And heft.

Be careful there Piper. The Force is strong in that one. Some day he will be strong and you will be feeble. Train him well. :slight_smile:

Lawyer genes. Waddayagonnado?

Only a 9V battery. Can’t have been all that happy.

Asked and answered, My Lady:

Well, he did fight Darth Vader to a draw at the Jedi Training Centre at Disney World. :smiley:

I’ve told him that I do my best to treat him well so that he chooses a nice old folks home for me eventually. :stuck_out_tongue:

I was talking about him with another parent a while ago and commented approvingly that the Cub is good at arguing. She looked at me like I had a hole in my head. I remembered that “arguing” has a different meaning for lawyers than most parents. :stuck_out_tongue: