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.”