Three year-old P McNellie was found sprawled in a heap at her Woodmont Lane bungalow late yesterday afternoon after attempting to solve crime in her living room. With her magic red Mighty Mouse cape tied tightly around her shoulders (it was since discovered that this cape had been reported missing by her older brother, Theodore, also a renowned crime fighter) the little superheroine allegedly climbed on top of the piano in the living room, searching the corners for any and all evil villains . Her mother, D. McNellie, has been quoted as saying, "I don't know how it happened. One minute, I was in the kitchen washing dishes, the next minute, I hear a shrill little "here I come to save the DAAAY!" shout-sung from the next room, followed almost immediately by a loud WHAM. The poor little thing, determined to fly, she apparently missed the villain and hit the doorframe instead."
P seems none the worse for wear. After a tearful, fearful trip to the doctor's for a few stitches to her blond head, she was whisked off to the local Walgreens for a box of banana popsicles, her favorite. She is currently resting comfortably and plans to continue watching Mighty Mouse's every adventure. There are no reports of further criminal activity in the McNellie's living room, and the red cape, Mrs. McNellie assures us, will wash clean of all blood.
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Chosen because this little ting has been part of my daily life since I first gave birth thirty years ago. Another passage wonderfully describing a shared human experience; this time an intricate part of motherhood, something any mother will instantly recognize.
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