we are all sitting around quite lazily at the beach house this weekend–my dad reading a book, my mom playing handheld yahtzee, my concentration directed at the unspeakable evil that is level three of handheld connect four.  my dad puts the book down on the couch, stares at the ceiling for awhile, and then says, “what if the hokey pokey really is what it’s all about?”

my mom, without looking up from her game, says, “or worse, what if it isn’t?”