Arthur had a doctor’s appointment in Westchester yesterday morning.
So we get in the car and as we start to pull out of the driveway, Arthur says “How come it’s always cold when we go to see Dr. R.?”
He asks me these sorts of inane questions all the time. I mean…what? What?
“Arthur,” I said, “How can that possibly be true? I make these appointments weeks in advance. We go in different seasons and at different times of the day. Oddly enough, it is kind of overcast today. But if by some bizarre coincidence it is true, how could you possibly imagine I’d know why?”
“Well, maybe it has something to do with the how the weather is over there.”
“But Arthur. We’re here now.”
“Oh! We are!”
Maybe he has some sort of undiagnosed… Idunno… retardation or something.
I mean, seems unlikely ’cause he’s such a genius and all, and yet…
Love,
his loving aunt
I heard that.
Genius is not necessarily accompanied by any sort of grasp on reality.
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