This is a picture of my son. In his hands he has a set of keys we made for him. A set of keys I thought were long lost. He fished them from some unknown crevice, perhaps a couch or a toy box thick with plush and plastic. Once retrieved, he traveled across the house, and began to attempt to unlock the door.
I’ve heard the phrase, â€œWhere do they pick this stuff up?â€ before, but it never really clicks until you see it for yourself.
A few days later, I find him with the DVD player’s disc tray open,and he’s placed a disc in it. Sure, it was upside down, but who hasn’t done that before? I have to question is taste though as it was some baby DVD of Teresa’s. Not like Baby Einstein baby DVD, like â€œThe Glories of Natural Childbirthâ€ baby DVD. It’s a little early for him to be learning where he came from. I don’t need my son’s first word to be â€œovaries.â€ I get enough of that kind of talk in a house with a nurse.
I just had a wonderful experience with a butterfly on the subway platform. Judging by his erratic flying manner, I imagine he’s not long for this world. But he was nice enough to climb up on my hand and sniff at it with his long proboscis with great fervor. He was very brown. So much so he may have just been a pretty moth. One of his eyes was black, while the other was nearly clear. Intriguing little creature. Only problem was his insistence to stay on my hand, and the subway’s insistence for being on time.
The rushing world does not pause for such frivolous study of butterflies.
P.S. I totally stole â€œ//â€ from Lucas Huang. But I doubt he reads my blog, so he’ll never know. Sucker.