|Let the games begin!|
Samuel watched the backyard activity from his booster seat at the table. Today was his third birthday and he felt powerful.
Samuel was wearing his brand-new Spiderman briefs. If only Spidey were real. If only I had that power…oh the worlds I could conquer. But with great power comes great responsibility.
I must make this day one to remember. It is destiny. Samuel determined as the bouncing castle slowly inflated. He observed a cowboy with full chaps and lasso lead a shaggy pony through the back gate. Neither looked happy. What hell their lives must be...
Samuel glanced at Ginger the tabby cat that had scampered to the top of the very tall china hutch. Wise choice, cat. Keep safe, my friend.
Climbing down from his chair, Samuel recalled his last birthday. That was epic, a perfect day. So many elements jelled into a fine social event: green vomit down Nana’s back, Ginger’s attack on Grammy’s wig, Aunt Tammy’s false teeth floating in the toilet, his brief escape out the front door—a memory for all time.
The front door opened, allowing a herd of fellow three-year olds entry. Among them were she-devil Clarisse, ever-wily Charlie and mindless-flunky Buddy. The flood of children poured out the back door with scream that set the pony shivering.
Samuel and his three man crew gazed after them. Men, this will be a day for the ages. Let the games begin. Squaring their shoulders and hiking up the Spiderman and Barbie undies, the four emerged into the light.
|Source of great power|