So Penni, I have just gotten through reading an interesting article in Newsweek about the developmental processes of little boys. I am so happy to learn that my little three year old's pointing his finger at me is his way of connecting with me. I now know that he has already had a lifetime of connecting with me already. My fingerpoint riddled body aches with his connections.
In a moment of weakness I bought him a sound making blaster hand weapon. We have been connecting now at a much higher rate and volume, since that unfortunate purchase. It said batteries included. I thought "Well, you know those batteries that come in things never last long. How bad can it be?" Well, I am here to tell you that the manufacturer evidently installed two working prototypes of new perpetual batteries that must be being test marketed.
Despite the fact that the plastic used was fragile and has broken in several places, only to be taped back together by a loving and patient father, it is still serviceable in defense of the galaxy, and continues to be a reliable conduit of psychic energy between son and father. No connection is complete these days without the Men in Black dark glasses. We dads it seems are not just targets, we are aliens.
There is nothing quite so charming, however, as a little "nakie boy" coming in after bath with just his dark glasses on and pointing his sound effects phaser, with it's shrill blasting noises, and sporting a big grin saying "Got you, Dad." He sure does. |
