Yes, boys and girls, we now come to that portion of the week where a mere 55 word story will get you wished a most enthusiastic good weekend. Be sure to let the G-man know he owes you a visit. I hope he knows we thank him for coming by.
The face brought a flicker of memory.
Slowly, it came into focus.
An older brother’s angry declaration, followed by shock.
Her memory heard him loudly intone,
“I wish Cotton was a monkey!”
Or so he thought,
unaware his little brother had walked off,
When I was a kid, every Saturday we watched reruns of “Our Gang” and the “Little Rascals”…many of which can actually be found on YouTube! Amazingly, the dumbest things stick in the mind of a 7 year old…especially one who grew up, but allowed those memories to stick around. Unfortunately, the worse the pun/joke, the harder it stuck. (“Define ‘isthmus’”, the teacher commanded, to which one of these sweet smart alecks replied, “You’re my teacher, so is mus be my lucky day.”) Hey, at least I married a person who, upon hearing the word isthmus, cracks up for the exact same reason.
While by today’s standards I’m sure the above scenario would be viewed as politically incorrect, to Little Kid Me it was a thrilling opportunity to hear another kid secretly wish their younger sibling would turn into something more... interesting.
As for that face? He can be found on my sidebar for www.care2.com and “Click to Donate”. They have a variety of causes to support. But every time this little guy’s face comes up on my screen, I hear that small boy fervently say, “I wish Cotton was a monkey!” Let’s just say that donation in particular is cool karma for making a secret wish or two of my own as a kid.