Zack chatters multiple choice questions at me.
"If you had one wish would you wish for no burglars? Or for me? Or for
no burglars AND me?"
"All of the above," I answer, the most words I've gotten in with him
in over thirty minutes of nonstop interrogation.
Zack lifts himself up, raises his eyebrows and pats me on the head
like a proud uncle.
"Good answer. I would wish for Africa to have food and peace" he
proclaims, then leaves me alone to write while he fiddles
unsuccessfully with my Shake Weight.