An 6 year-old boy stands in front of a water-stained mirror, trying to secure an old pillow case--I mean, cape--around his neck with a safety pin. He so intensely watches his hands maneuvering the fabric that hes cross-eyed. His hands are French-fry-and-chicken-nugget greasy. Snot runs down his lip and he sniffles to pull it back. He licks the edge of his mouth because it helps him concentrate. He wears cowboy boots that reach his knees, two sizes too big, neon spandex shorts, a Bugle Boy t-shirt, and a tattered birthday crown from Burger King. The monumental struggle with his silver safety pin nemesis, of David and Goliath proportions, lasts precisely 15 seconds. And then: MOMMMMMMMY! To his side races his queen, wholl clean his hands and wash his face, wholl fetch him a shinier pillowcase--I mean, cape--wholl add a curtain bar sceptre to his robes, wholl kiss him good luck and send him on Neverland adventures. Mothers Day is next month. May long live your queen.
Posted on: Fri, 04 Apr 2014 23:23:38 +0000