When a 6 year old gives you a fortune

My dear gay friend – we’ll call him E. because my dear straight friend C. told me a terrible story about internet stalkers and now I don’t know what names I should say and which ones I shouldn’t- came over the other day.  Riley was up to his typical antics.  He wrote me a letter and sneaked to the mailbox to drop it in.  Then made a big dramatic production about how I must have missed a letter when I checked the mail.  It was very cute.  (The letter was full of how much he loves me.)  He then asked E. if he was jealous because he didn’t get mail?  E. pretended to be slightly jealous and we went back to talking.  We went back to talking about men, liking men, dating men, etc.  Okay, lets be clear here.  HE went back to talking about men, liking men, dating men etc. and I went back to listening to him.  

Then, mid-conversation Riley runs back up and produces a letter, announcing, “E.  I have your fortune.”

Through peals of laughter, I explained how the “mail” he meant was spelled “mail” not “male.”  But I couldn’t bring my self to address the next word.  

Oh, and the drawing on the side of the fortune, that is a firework or some kind of explosion.  Of course there’d be an explosion, there’s male cuming soon. 

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