The most interesting man in the world visits our house

You walk into your favorite Mexican restaurant and notice in the small foyer a life-size cardboard cut-out of The Most Interesting Man In the World holding his trademark bottle of Dos Equis beer. Which of the following do you think:

(A) Whatever.

(B) That guy's taller than I thought.

(C) Does that cut-out really help sell beer?

(D) That thing needs to go home with us!

If you're my son, Scott, with the gene of weirdness pulsing in your every cell, with a father who owns a cone man, the answer is clearly D.

Never one to want to dash a boy's dreams, after a few weeks, several conversations with a waiter who knows us well, and a little folding money, I was able to make that dream come true.

Doesn't he look great with Cone Man?


Of course, he didn't stay in the yard very long. He's now in the house, usually in Scott's room--a freaky sight if you open the door and don't expect him--but sometimes on the balcony; he's not a guy who likes to be pinned down.

I've come to understand that not all households operate like ours, but that's the way it goes around here.