The Visit

My two-year-old self showed up in a time machine today. I asked my younger self how he was able to get here in a machine that didn’t exist when I was a youngin.

The younger me said, “The mind and its mistress, memory, are not reliable recorders of truth. Psychological research has proven this over and over again.”

I went to the freezer, got out a gallon container of ice cream, took off the lid, and began grazing.

My two-year-old self said, “That’s a good boy.”