Corton Hears A ‘Huh?’

(I’m in the kitchen making myself some lunch. My dad walks in and places his forehead on the back of my neck.)

Dad: *in a robotic voice* “Greetings, from Corton.”

Me: *laughs* “What was that? Corton?”

(I move to other side of the kitchen.)

Dad: *follows me* “Corton has a message to deliver.”

(He puts his forehead to mine and is silent for a moment before standing up straight again.)

Dad: “Does the receiver have a response to the message?”

(I hug him, thinking that that’s what he’s after.)

Dad: “Corton does not recognize this form of communication.”

Me: *laughs* “You’re so weird.”