Wednesday, September 19, 2007





Daddy enters the room, bleary-eyed, wobbling back and forth, but wide awake thanks to a shot of adrenalin. He quickly assesses the situation. No fire, no flood, no plague of locusts, no dragons, no extra holes in child's body, no coughing, wheezing, running nose, wet diaper. The Hell Mouth has not opened in the middle of the bedroom.

"Shhhhhh, what's wrong, honey?"

"I can't find my taxi."

"Did you take it to bed with you?"


No comments:

Post a Comment

Come on, sailor. I love you long time.