The news broke on Sunday, and by Monday, little eight-year-old Glenn Reynolds was in a state. He couldn’t wait for recess. When it finally came, he ran up to the sandbox where two classmates were already playing.
“We captured Saddam! We captured Saddam!" Glenn shouted. "Nya, nya, nya, naya!” A few kids playing kickball nearby turned their heads toward the commotion.
Joe continued scooping sand into a bucket. “Oh jeez. Really? And you think that’s going to change anything?”
Glenn started pacing and gesturing erratically. “Hahaha. Score one for me! Woos.”
Joe leaned toward Jack, who was navigating a dump truck over a bumpy sand road. “Is he still playing this game?”
“God yes. It never ends. It’s his favorite game in the whole world – the U.S. versus Islamic fundamentalism.”
“No, I think it’s the true patriots versus the insidious liberals.”
“It’s both, really,” Jack replied, raising the back end of the dump truck.
“Aha! You're dismayed at this victory in the war. Therefore you are objectively anti-American.”
Jack shot Joe a look. “See?”
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