Thursday, November 26, 2009
Bob has been running in circles through the living room for the past five minutes wearing just red underpants and one sock. He stops occasionally to jump up and down while alternately whining and making low guttural noises.
Finally, he disappears into the bathroom. After a few minutes he calls out.
“Mama? I need you!”
“I need you to keep me company. Can you sit on the edge of the bathtub?”
We sit in silence for a while.
“Everything alright, Bob?”
“No. It wasn’t good.”
“I think you need to... I think you need to send me a care package.”
Happy Thanksgiving Everyone.