a story about a boy

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One Sunday morning, the Pumpkin was running around the living room, while my husband and I lay in our pajamas on the couch contemplating what form of idleness our day would entail. We noticed that the key ring, a favored toy of our son, had taken a new position; that is, he no longer felt it adequate to hold them in his hand. He wanted to grip them in his eight teeth while gesturing dramatically.

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Notice the knee bends here. This is the beginning of his new dance move, which is like a grand plie. He does this to any sort of music, and it looks particularly out of place when performed with anything modern. Imagine a ballerina dancing to hip-hop. A twenty-nine inch ballerina. With a diaper on. Shortly after this picture was taken, he launched himself at me, intending to land in my arms I think.

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He didn’t quite make it.

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But, since he is experienced in the ways of tumbling, he bounced right back up and continued his previous activities.

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If there is something in life better than this, I don’t know what it is.

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One response to “a story about a boy

  1. d

    yea, he’s alright 😉

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