November 17, 2004
Janice and I play this game sometimes when we're walking the dog. We walk by a house with a particularly creepy figurine in the window--a ceramic baby with a ball, or a hobo boy with a little glass knapsack, perhaps--and one of us will say, "What were they thinking?" And the other will respond, "Seriously--don't they know those things come alive at night?"
And then we laugh, the two of us, imagining for even just a few seconds that the world is alive with magic, both good and evil.