This was a very serious discussion, on the verge of debate.
We found ourselves at the dentist – not by mistake though, we had appointments.
There were a few magazines to flip through, but the kids and I started playing with the toys … I mean, we’re kids right?
Anyway, there was a rocket ship, complete with astronauts, and it flew gloriously around the waiting room.
I found a cow among some of the other toys, and introduced it to the mix. The kids didn’t go for it.
“This is a Space Cow” I said.
“Space Cow?” came the retort. “There is no such thing as a Space Cow.”
“Can you prove there is no space cow?” I asked.
The reply offered a little positioning. “I don’t believe there is a Space Cow.”
I started getting philosophical “If you can’t prove there is no Space Cow, then it is POSSIBLE that Space Cow exists.”
This went back and forth several times before Space Cow was snatched away from me.
But I didn’t give up. “Just because Space Cow is not PROBABLE, doesn’t mean it’s not POSSIBLE that Space Cow exists.”
So I won.
Not because of my argument, but because I secured photographic evidence.
Sasquatch is next on my list