Greg Gets His So I'm at the Dodger game, having fun, making an ass of myself, shouting "Zubon wo doko ni arimasuka!" which, of course, is Japanese for, "Where's my pants?" There's a kid in front of me, goofing around with a friend of his, tossing a lollipop back and forth. So, naturally, I put on my Authoritative Adult Voice and say, "My God, be careful! That's a Blow-Pop, and it could go off at any moment! You've only got thirty seconds after you pull the pin!" And the kid, this eight-year-old kid, turns around and gives me the most withering look of scorn I have ever received in my entire life. He looks at me like I'm dirt. This friggin' tow-headed tyke makes me feel like I'm a big oafish dolt who should just sit down and shut up. So I sit down and I shut up and I can hear the wind whistle by. And then the kid starts smiling. A big, got-you grin. That kid's got a great future. ★