this morning #486.

this morning, she scooped up her coy little boy, gave his tummy the sloppiest raspberry possible & followed it up with a visit from the tickle monster. his giggling & wiggling ballooned into belly laughs & flails of the arms and before she knew it, they fell to the floor in exhaustion. as they laid there, settling down from all the exertion & letting the laughs pass, her son asked her a question that she had no good answer for. “why doesn’t the tv work any more?” if she was going to be honest with him, she’d have to say that the tv worked just fine. it was the electricity that was lacking. she’d slacked on paying the bill & eventually, they killed the power. it was definitely an answer. it just wasn’t a good one.