Imitating Marvin

I spoke in the best Marvin the Martian voice I could summon.

I don't remember now precisely what it was I said, but it was (marginally) relevant, and the voice was (I humbly submit) a darned good imitation.

The boys looked at me, and then my son rolled his eyes and turned his head. But I caught a glimpse of a smile.

Oh, good bye boys, I said again in the same voice only a little louder. Don't stay up too late.

Trudy laughed. The boys walked off, promising not to stay up too late.

He was embarrassed, she chuckled.

He wasn't embarrassed, I said. He loved it.

She agreed.

No one has a dad that can imitate Marvin quite like that.

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