On the way home this afternoon, a mere two miles away from the safety of the Mansion driveway, The Pony waxed reflective.
"Mom, if you went to get new license plates, and they ended in six-six-six...would you keep them?"
"NO! No way, no how! I refuse to drive the mark of the beast, sir!"
"You wouldn't? Mr. S said one of his things ends in three sixes. Not his license plate, but something like it."
"Uh huh. And I don't exactly call his life one of lucky breaks. I am not a very religious person, as you well know. But that is tempting fate. You don't know what kinds of energy that might attract. No way would I drive around with six-six-six on my license plate. Would you?"
"Probably. But you forget that I can't drive. So we don't really know, now do we?"
"Good point. You still have time to think it over."
Sweet Gummi Mary! What is up today? Third hour, my class asked me what I was afraid of. We were talking about phobias, and that Channel 2 retrospective show I watched over Christmas break, where Tim Ezell pranked April Simpson, well-known snake hater, with a rubber snake at the hands of John Pertzborn. They asked if I would use an Ouija Board. NO! And if I would burn an Ouija board. NO! Would I watch Paranormal Activity? NO! The Exorcist? NO!
They are starting a little early on their Halloween state-of-mind.