Soul Mates

Last night, my family had a delicious Peking Duck dinner at a favorite restaurant. It was sooo good (read: greasy, oily, fatty...crispy...goodness).

This morning, I woke up around noon and watched a movie called "The Prestige" on DVD. I was pretty impressed by the storyline and the parallels. Then I drove to Target to buy some snacks (fruit roll-ups, marshmallows, graham crackers, chocolate, chocolate), glowsticks, and looked for some sleeping mats...we might be camping in the backyard tonight!

After I drove Jeremy (my 11-year-old brother) to a little store in Pasadena to buy his new obssession, a French game called Millesborne, we had the following deep conversation in the mini-van following a discussion of a Simpsons episode in which Bart sells his soul for $5:

J: Would you ever sell your soul?
S: No [I lied]
J: Really?
S: Would YOU? [this is a test]
J: Maybe. You wouldn't sell it for anything?
S: No
J: Not even to save someone you love?
S: [Shit] Okay, yes.
J: Me, too. I don't like it when people who don't believe in a soul say that they will sell it.
S: You can't sell your soul if you don't believe in a soul?
J: Exactly.