Small boy, aged 3, 4, 5, who knows, standing on the square stone steps that bottom an obelisk war memorial as Saturday-morning people busy past, small boy saying earnestly
Daddy, look, daddy, this is the funny side.
Boy almost hugging the stone wall of the sides of the step, moves around the corner to his left, boy has just realised that
Daddy, this is, daddy this side is also the funny side; both of these sides are funny sides.
I don't know what the other sides were, because slowing down as much as had enabled this sight so far was already taking me dangerously away from the Saturday-morning-person categories and there was no need to cause a scene.
But what a discovery. Now every time I go down that street I know that those two sides there are the funny sides.
1 comment:
i just wanted to say that i loved this little story and how it was written and how it captures the adorable freshness, creativity and enthusiasm of the childish mind.
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