I Want To Be A Dorf

I Want To Be A Dorf

My wife and I were reading the kids their bedtime stories when my son Michael, out of the blue, decided to engage me in conversation. He told me that he no longer wanted to be a Movie Star when he grew up.

I bit and asked, “OK, what do you want to be?”

“I want to be a Dorf,” was his reply.

My wife and I looked at each other. The other kids were oblivious to the conversation.

“A Dorf?” I asked.

“Yes and I’m going to need Dorf shoes and Dorf clothes.”

I asked, “Where do Dorfs live?”

“In the forest. I’m going to be the eighth Dorf.”

“Ooohhhhh, you mean you want to be a dwarf.”

My wife smiled. “What’s going to be your name?”

“Silly.”

“So there will be Happy, Doc, Grumpy, Bashful, Dopey, Sleepy, Sneezy and Silly?”

“Yes, but I’ll have to cut my hair off my head because Dorfs don’t have hair on their heads where Snow White kisses them.”

“So,” I thought to myself, “my kid has the hots for Snow White. That’s why he wants to be a Dorf.”

“So you want to be a Dorf named Silly?” I smiled and said, ”I think you have a pretty good shot.”