Mouths of Babes

“What’s senility?”  asked the imp at the kitchen table.

“Loss of memory that’s usually associated with old age,” I replied absently.

He laughed and then stopped abruptly, smiling at me at for just a moment.  Barely controlling a grin, he looked back at his computer with a strange, happy expression on his face.  It wasn’t discretion or valor. It was the smile of someone who is saving something special for rainier day.

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