I'm not gonna lie, I've thought about this for some time now. I'm really hoping these chips are just dull, inanimate pieces of clay, with no pinocchio magick in em.
Because I really don't want to take them. I still have yet to ever clean a chip, I damn sure don't know how to flatten, and alas, the light box still hasn't shown. I'm afraid that when I get my chips back, they'll be unhappy. I don't want them to judge me. Just let them know, that I plan on stepping up and being a better chipper, wife and children be damned. Have fun at Auntie Brie and Uncle Ben's chippies, Daddys coming back and he's gonna take care of you!
edit: now, if these chips are more the Toy Story variety, then hell yeah they'll love me. My wife brought my 2 year old down last week and said, Tell Daddy what you dreamed about. She said, I dream bout eating the poker chippies! Her favorites to sneak out of the room and into her bed were always the Aransas $25s....