My boy just came upstairs with the following announcement:
“I want suction cup hands… and feet.”
“Why?” I asked, bemused.
So I could climb the walls and… up there” he explained patiently, motioning toward the ceiling, “so the bad people can’t see me.”
“What bad people?”
“Aliens.. and robots… and people keeping me from the treasure…”
He went on to explain in great dramatic onomatopoeic detail, for about 30 minutes, the magic claws that poke people, and that he really wanted to be “Catman”, flying around the world with claws out of his feet…
I honestly couldn’t keep up. My keyboard has been broken for a couple of weeks, and I have to cut and paste certain letters to make any sort of sense out of what I’m typing. At work I have a keyboard I can plug in… not here.
By the time I thought I had caught up, he was off on another subject… or three.
My darling wife could have used suction cup boots this weekend. She tried to navigate a boulder at a customers house.. and fell off, fracturing her ankle. So she’s been sitting with her foot up all weekend.
You know I really have no point to any of this, save that I thought that if I just started writing, a theme would appear.
Not so much, it seems.
If I think of something else, I’ll edit later.