Wardrobe

“I’m looking for Nirvana, as I assume we all are.”

“Narnia?”

“You call it what you like, and I’ll call it what I like.”

“But, it is wardrobe doors.”

“Yes, indeed. There is nothing wrong with your eyesight.”

“So, you’d be looking for Narnia, surely?”

“Nirvana, my friend. Nirvana.”

“You don’t get the reference?”

“I’m sorry?”

“The lion, the witch and the wardrobe.”

“That sound like lunch at my inlaws.”

“Lunch at your inlaws?”

“Except, of course, Uncle Ryan still hasn’t managed to kick the closet door open, so who knows that.”

“You are losing me?”

“Auntie Freda’s cream sponge would certainly qualify as nirvana, though.” He clutched his neck at the thought.

“Narnia?”

“As I said, call it what you like, but one bite of that sponge and you’ll be calling out to god.”

“Calling out to god?”

“OMG!” He throws his head back and yells out.