The’ K’ syndrome

“Be home at seven,” I said, “do you know what time that is?”

“K,” Rafal replied.

“No, I’m asking you if you know what time it is.”

“K.”

“So, can you be home in an hour?” I asked.

“I have no clue.”

The “K” syndrome is running rampant in my life this summer. The other night Rafal asked if he could borrow my large flashlight to look for snakes.

“Yes, you can borrow it…”

“K.” Rafal replied.

“On one condition,” I said.

“You must return it, unharmed, not broken….,”

“K.”

One hour later I called Rafal in to shower and get ready for bed.

“Where’s my flashlight?”

“What?”

“My flashlight?”

“I don’t know. Maybe outside. Maybe in the shed.”

“Please go find it.”

“It’s dark. I can’t see!”