It’s Sunday morning and I step out onto my step at 7:00 a.m. to get the morning paper. I am already imagining how I plan on attacking the paper. A quick look at the Target circular, perhaps? (Even though I never follow up with buying something because I saw it in the circular.) The comics? Maybe the local section and then the sports page. Or, perhaps, I’ll delve into the front page and get hit with a shocking dose of early morning reality.

In the midst of my day dreaming I am brought back by a shocking revelation. The paper has not arrived.

I scan my neighbors yards and I don’t see a paper either. But that could mean they got their paper already. Or maybe they don’t even get the paper – I cannot really remember as the caffeine from the cup of coffee currently in my hand has yet to fully take effect. I stand on my front stoop and try and decide what to do.

At this point Swee’Pea wanders over to investigate. “Whatcha doin’ Daddy?” she asks.

“I was going to get the newspaper but it’s not there, Swee’Pea.” I reply.

She thinks for a moment, looks up at me, puts her hands up to her sides, palms facing up, and says, “Maybe somebody taked it.”