It has turned out to be a more valuable asset than we could have hoped. We have learned the fates of us all--which is such a relief. I am so glad to know that my daughter will be a princess, my husband will "most likely" graduate from college, someone will do the dishes and none of my children will have an ugly spouse. We know that I will finish the bathroom remodel and the house has a good chance of selling, though it is "hazy" whether we will ever have that boy a brother.
It has come in handy in other ways as well. When, at 9:30 pm, the boy wanted to know whether Dad would watch a movie with him, we just referred him to the Magic 8 Ball. "Not a chance!" YES! That is right!
"Does my dad like the movie Strange Brew?" I mean, if you were looking for a litmus test, you have found it. When the Magic 8 Ball answered, "It is certain," we all knew the thing was a ligit seer.
Then things started reeling out of control. When I asked for the dust pan, the boy had to refer to the Magic 8 Ball before he could know whether he should get it for me.
"Did you have a good day?" check the Magic 8 Ball.
"Will you go away for a minute so Dad and I can discuss something?" Check the Magic 8 Ball.
The answer to the question, "Am I annoying my parents?" was answered with an, "All signs point to yes."
My smart and talented husband decided he was going to invent a parent's version of the Magic 8 Ball. The answers within would be along the lines of
- Go to Bed
- Not in This Lifetime
- Just Leave Her Alone
- Maybe Means Maybe
- Go Back to Bed
- I Can't Understand Whine
- If it Doesn't Apply to You, I Wasn't Talking to You
and, of course,
- Go Ask Your Mother
Please pardon me, I think I need to contact Procter and Gamble.