This week’s winner is Kelly, who has never seen a baby animal she didn’t think was cute. NEVER! Don’t click on that one link in the comments, Kelly. Thanks to everybody who played along!
Happy Friday, everybody!
This morning, Kidlet pretended he was a baby seal, and I was the rock. “Why do you have eyes?” he wanted to know. Why, indeed? Then I was his seal mama, and then I was a half-goat, half-Santa Claus creature. (The goat part is on top, naturally.)
The other day, Kidlet wanted to know why babies are cute (answer: conspiracy) and if there are any baby animals I don’t find cute. I had to think about that, and then I told him “baby leeches.” I saw baby leeches once, attached to the belly of their mother leech, waving around like so many little globules of parasitic flesh. I’m making a face now, thinking of it, and that was … fifteen years ago. Come to think of it, the same boyfriend who showed me the walrus penis bone also showed me the baby leeches. There’s a lesson here, somewhere.
Naturally, Kidlet spent the rest of the morning nagging me to show him pictures of leeches on the Internet. Which I did. Yuck.
I had a good writing week. How To Misbehave seems to be mostly making people happy, which was the general idea, and I’ve had some tentative good news on a seekrit project and wrapped up the first part of the Roman Holiday draft.
Here’s a teensy bit of Roman, just for fun:
The driver’s door opened, and black dress shoes appeared beneath gray slacks. The black top of his head crested the door, then disappeared as he ducked down to reach into the car—probably retrieving his black hooded cape and sickle, just to complete the look.
But no. When he emerged from behind the door, his evil was far more subtle than she’d expected. The closer he walked, the more this rich Miami land developer looked like a bad guy of the soap-opera variety: tall, dark, pretty, expensive. The kind of man who would bleach his teeth so they blinded people when he smiled, their contrast to the deep brown of his skin both surprising and delicious.
His slick soles crunched over the crushed-shell surface of the lot. He didn’t walk so much as lope, taking the circular pavers two at a time. His suit was so well-behaved that it loped right along with him, too expensively tailored to look awkward for even a heartbeat.
Ah, Roman. I’m going to have such fun breaking you into teensy pieces.
So how about you guys — any baby animals you can’t stand the sight of? Would you rather be the mama seal, or the rock? Is it as gut-punchingly cold where you are as it is in Green Bay today? (Minus 2! I shake my fist at you, weather!)
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Have a great weekend!