Almost Perfect"Dad, NOTHING is PERFECT," Eli 6.5 said. I had claimed something was perfect, although I can no longer remember exactly what it was.
Certainly, not my memory.
"Well, things can almost be perfect," I said.
"So what's ALMOST perfect?" he asked.
"Let's see," I said, thinking for a moment. "The NHL playoffs, Rock Band, and this family."
"How nice," Gloria said.
"You people don't agree with me often enough," I said. "That's the only defect."