Crazy Crap Item #226: The part where I like the way James thinks

So, thanks to global warming, Lake Michigan, what have you, we experience a very chaotic version of spring here in Chicago. To wit: one day it will be 40 degrees with driving rains; the next will be 80 degrees and dry. Bizarre.

As a result, we have learned to take to our front lawns whenever the sun peeks her face out in the month of April.

It was during one of these sunny 15-minute windows when I happened to witness some sort of chase game occuring on the Caseys' front lawn. James was the quarry. Jack, Sam and Emmett were the predators. Mayhap it was cops and robbers, or cowboys and Indians, or Jedis and clones. All that matters for the purpose of this story is that James was being chased.

The merry band wound its way along the front parkways and sidewalks, until James, seeking to evade capture, sharply cut back along the west side of his house, an area which is strictly prohibited.

"James!" Jack hollered to stop him. "You can't go back there! You know you can't go back there."

James looked thunderstruck.

"Then why did YOU chase me there?"

Touche.

Crazy Crap Item #225: The part where James offers a definition

James: "If you get all wrapped up in black tape, then you're a mummy."

Kay: "What is a mummy?"

James: "A mummy is 100 years old. He is covered in bandaids."