We exit the library, our booty stashed in a sturdy canvas bag. Nathan carries his prized possession (a PS4 game) out in his hands, studying the back.
“What?!?” he says in disbelief. “How is this on every one?” This kid is bright, so I love when something truly catches him off guard. “What are you talking about?” I ask. “Doosh-lock,” he says. “I’m sorry- what?” “You know - Doosh-lock.” I look at the back of his head, trying to figure out if this is English or Spanish. But I’ve got nothing. “I’m gonna need you to repeat that again.” He stops and looks at me. “DOOSH-LOCK. It’s on the back of all the games.” I stare at him, nothing computing. He rolls his eyes (oh, hey there almost 8-year-old) and shoves the box in my direction. “Right here.” I look. Nothing. Nada. My eyes continue scanning. Number of players… Rating… Something I don’t understand… Dualshock4… Wait- Dualshock4. I burst out laughing. “Nathan. Nathan, are you talking about this?” I point. “Yeah. Doosh-lock four.” I can hardly contain myself. It’s magic. What a gem. Completely unexpected. DOOSH-LOCK. I love this kid. “It’s Dual-Shock, bud,” I say. He looks at me like I’m crazy. “I promise. Look.” I cover ‘shock’ and point out ‘dual.’ “WHAT!” he says. “That did not say that a minute ago.” I wipe a tear from my eye. He giggles. “Well… I’m still going to call it doosh-lock.” "I like it."
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Lisa Goldman
3/27/2023 11:18:29 am
Ha! Love kiddos!!
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