I'd been The Wall for Little Boys to Bash Their Heads Upon all day long.
I was sore, and tired, and I had lost the ability to respond to "crisis."
I was numb, and a little loopy (from all the head-bashing, I'm sure.)
It was not a scream, but a suspicious crinkle that tore me from my therapeutic blogging..
And behold, I saw this:
From where I'm standing, I see:
A Cheerio Disaster
with Saggy Pants
A boy who thinks he's very clever,
but knows he should be in trouble.
He's wondering why mom is giggling like that...
He doesn't care. He poses proudly.
Then, he slips.
From where I'm standing I see
a boy scared and a tiny bit humbled.
(by the fall, not the exposed bottom).
Whole Grain.
Great for eating and decorating.
Great for skating, and falling.
Why not just make a Cheerio angel while you're down there, sonny?
From where I'm standing I see:
the price of blogging.