this morning #1885.

this morning, he stripped off every single article of clothing & strolled on out the back door. made his way across the lawn to where his mom was hosting a group of women from the local rotary club. when she noticed, she gasped. began to admonish him but the ladies just looked at him & laughed. cackled at his misshapen frame & cruelly commented in a way that fed into his sense of mischief. mom tried to keep calm. “please. go back inside.” he just smiled at her & then the cartwheels started. twisted gymnast with his wobbly bits wobbling about. the ladies began clapping so he turned it into a clumsy dance. it only took a minute more for him to get bored. he bowed. blew a kiss. scrapped the shtick. ran back inside.