Childhood Whimsy

Fourth kid problems... . I have my brother’s hand-me-down bike and Spider-Man helmet.... grabbed my sisters pink rain boots because I don’t care and Mom makes me wear shoes if I’m on wheels... and shoved my favorite Bearie down the front of my Batman pajamas to keep him safe. All in the late afternoon - not bedtime - because Mom doesn’t care if I want to be cozy. . . But then... She wants to take my picture which usually means I’m cute. Or she’s making fun of my outfit. And all I want to do is ride my bike down the driveway, but she’s taking my picture. . . I know I’m cute. Because they tell me all the time.