I recently visited a family that we’re particularly fond of. I’ve known many of their children since they were but mere infants. It had been a while, perhaps too long, and the infants were now in early grade school.
One little girl, about six, ran up to me, having remembered me lifting her up and flying her around at a much younger age.
“Pick me up!” she exlaimed, hoping to relive old memories. But, I couldn’t help myself. I love ambiguity.
And, in my best lounge lizard voice complied to her request with an awful proposition, “Hey, wanna go back to my place?”
“Yeah!!!” she started jumping up and down.
I looked at her mom, “Wow, ya know, that’s my fastest time yet.” Her mom just shook her head and burried her face in her hand.