I put down my book, *The Art of the Unseen*, to examine the fiery young lad before me. “What happened, son?””They took one look at me, and started calling me ‘Ginger’!”I sighed, admitting, “I’d hoped they wouldn’t notice. What did you do?””Well, Dad, you’ve taught me to always remember who I am. So I told them each to make a wish and then I beat the shit out of them.”Struggling to repress a smile, I rested a hand on his shoulder. “You’re a fine djinnja, my son.”