The Maker recently brought me this piece of paper, and waited expectantly for me to invite him to tell the story behind it. So here it is, in his words:
I was collecting those can tops, the little tabs. [Ice] was too, and he said, no I’m having a collection and you can’t have any of them. He doesn’t like me “copying” him. I was asking him to give me a lot.
He said, “You can just have a little bit.”
And I said, “Like three maybe?”
He said, “Yeah.”
I said, “Why, ’cause it’s my lucky number?”
I wanted a lot, so I changed my lucky number to a high number, so now it’s six.
I like my new lucky number cause it’s a good number and usually people get chicken pox when they’re six, usually, and I guess that’s why it’s a good number.
When I’m seven, I don’t know.
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