My brother Shell called me for my birthday.
During the call, I threw out a new Dad-riff idea: "Dad as a Druid."
He ran with it immediately.
"Oh, sure, the holly berry is sacred - because it's growing on my trees, you damn moochers."
"Goddamn squirrel chewing the thatch of my hut. I cast spells, it does nothing. Damn squirrel won't listen."
"I shoulda listened to my father and joined the warrior class."
I contributed:
"The goddamn sacred pool is full of goddamn flies, because the goddamn birds aren't doing their job."
Later in the day, when my brother Stringer called, and I updated him on these gags, he responded, "Well, now I have my next character for D&D."
