I hang from the door jam after a long and wearisome day for a few moments, as I wait for the play date victim to be collected, late.
My son and his victim stumble past me, a very obvious obstacle. The passage on either side is obvious to most people but they both bumble into me nonetheless. This is not because they are clumsy, but both lack a certain degree of spatial awareness.
His friend pauses and turns back to observe me, from head to toe and then back up again.
My son gives him a little shove, “iz o.k. Mom’s jus holdin up the house a bit.” It's the kind of intimate nudge between pals, a little over enthusiastic, but perfectly socially acceptable.
The xylophone snaps of spinal relief are very welcome.
“I fink………..yur mom is broke!”
Can I help it if I have monkey arms!
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