The scene: walking home from farmers market in a Godforsaken heat wave. We've arrived at a crosswalk. I am wheezing. Dry air and blooming flowers make me do that.
Benj: "Let's stand just here. We can invoke the chaotic theory and maybe start a thunderstorm."
Me: "It's 'chaos theory.' You know, like a theory about chaos. The theory is not itself chaotic; it's pretty straightforward."
Benj: "What do you know about chaos theory?"
I wiggle my bum into Benj's lap. He leaps back. "What are you doing?!" he demands, nostrils flaring, a perfect picture of British indignation.
Me: "Invoking chaos theory!"
Benj: "You know nothing about chaos theory."
Thunder booms in the distance.
Benj, lifting arm up in salute: "Yes, chaos theory, YES!"
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