Piper Cub thinks you guys are geniuses!

Playing Lego with the Cub last night, and he suddenly said: “Daddy, I want to have a real shrink ray. Will you make me one?”

I temporised: “I don’t think we can make a shrink ray from Lego.”

Cub: "I know that! That’s what I mean by you making a real one!

Me: “I’m afraid I don’t know how to make a real shrink ray, Cub.”

(Exasperated sigh from eight-year old.)

Cub: "Well then, you should ask your imaginary internet friends* how to make one. They know everything!

  • Piper slang for Dopers; don’t want the Cub to mention at school that Daddy has doper friends…

I call you my imaginary friends.

We’re not imaginary, we’re complex!

i am imaginary

I’m realbut also narcissistic

The receptionist just let me know that I watered a decorative Christmas plant this afternoon. Thing was so dry!

i am irrational

Not even counting your 8 year old, take out the word “imaginary” and that’s how I refer to everyone here!

The only shrink ray I know of works on money. Please send me a log in to your retirement account and I will gladly demonstrate. :slight_smile:

Me, too. I’m a fig of my own imagination.

oh!.. recursive!

Yep. She’s figs, all the way down.

Like a belief in Santa Claus or the Easter Bunny, flights of fancy are not necessarily to be discouraged in younger children. One day, all too soon, they will learn the truth.

Yes, I think I won’t be accepting your gracious offer. I believe the Cub had something more … dramatic and material in mind.

Right. We have real parts and imaginary parts. My imaginary part has instructions for a shrink ray, but they won’t make a real one.

A Platonic shrink ray, in other words?

Woohoo! We’ve been validated. :wink:

I could try to find a psychiatrist named Raymond. Would that help?

I’m more than just irrational. I’m radical.

We only make rays of the “death” variety here. And they tend to be a bit antiquated.