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thisnewdayBig Jay: "What're you doing, man?"
Little Jay: "I'm spinning around to make myself dizzy."
Big Jay: "Well, the kitchen isn't a good place to do it."
Little Jay: "But daddy, it's worser when you're outside."
Big Jay: "Why's that?"
Little Jay: "Because outside it feels like the world is tipping..."
[This was followed by an argument about whether this was something real or just a feeling, and it was soon apparent that neither my twenty-three year old son nor my five year old grandson intended to give in on the matter.
Finally, I had to step in and say that, in my opinion, it did seem "worser" outside. And that outside was where they were both going to be if they didn't knock it off.]
Little Jay: "I'm spinning around to make myself dizzy."
Big Jay: "Well, the kitchen isn't a good place to do it."
Little Jay: "But daddy, it's worser when you're outside."
Big Jay: "Why's that?"
Little Jay: "Because outside it feels like the world is tipping..."
[This was followed by an argument about whether this was something real or just a feeling, and it was soon apparent that neither my twenty-three year old son nor my five year old grandson intended to give in on the matter.
Finally, I had to step in and say that, in my opinion, it did seem "worser" outside. And that outside was where they were both going to be if they didn't knock it off.]
