Harold's in 4th grade, and his mom has to force him to read. He reads the books, and does his reports, but now his mom has other worries. It started on Saturday, while they were out to lunch. All of a sudden he stopped eating and looked at her very seriously. He paused for a moment.
"Mom," he said, "I want a very special card for my birthday."
"I think we can do that, Harold," she replied.
Then there was another pause, a longer one this time.
"Mom," he began, "I also want a very special present."
"What is it you want, Harold?" she asked.
"I want a jet pack."
"You want a what?"
A jet pack, Mom. Like the boy in the book had."
"But you can't just buy a jet pack, Harold."
"Yes you can, Mom. My friend says he saw one in Target."
"Why do you need a jet pack, Harold?"
"So I can visit Grandma in California."
"Okay, Harold. We'll go to Target right now. But I have to warn you, the jet pack may not get you to California."
After a very, very thorough search of their local Target store, neither Mom nor Harold encountered a jet pack of any kind. Fortunately, Harold called Grandma to give her the bad news. Grandma promised Harold she'd get him a jet pack before he visits this summer.
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