Scene: Friday evening, after dinner.
Younger: Mom, can I go play with the basketball outside with Olivia?
Me: Yes. [pause] BUT … if the ball goes into the street, what are you going to do?
Younger: [rolling eyes] I’m going to come in and ask you to help get it.
Me: That’s right, you’re going to come in and get one of us, and we will help you get it.
La Bonavita: Because otherwise you might be smushed by a car.
Elder: Or trampled by elephants.
Younger: Or crushed by pirate ships falling out of the sky.
Elder: Uh, that’s not a thing.
Younger: [stubbornly, suddenly on verge of tears] it is a thing.
As Baron Munchausen well knew, ships that rise and fall through the skies are actually a thing, and, generally speaking, you are far better off getting on top of them. Loiter underneath them, and you’ll be crushed. Hop aboard one, and you could well get stuck up a tree. And that’s just terribly awkward.
Crystal B. Lake and I concur with the Baron. You need to get out from under and otherwise extricate yourself from any looming ships. If you would like to read our recommendations for how to wriggle out from under the weight of the soul-crushing pirate ship of modernity, I suggest you read this, stat.
Or, you know, you can take your chances and possibly be crushed by pirate ships falling out of the sky.
It’s your call, of course, but, inveterate Humeian that I am (and bon anniversaire, by the way, le bon David!), I’d say don’t gamble on it.
Instead: gambol on over here, and find out why we’d rather be rambling.