living in this big blue world with my head up in outer space
Stirring stars instead of sugar in my lemonade
Stirring stars instead of sugar in my lemonade
He preens beneath the compliment, cheeks turning softly pink as he smiles beatifically. He is a very easy child, if not a little overly honest and obedient, and easily pleased by compliments and praise. “Thank you mom,” he makes sure to respond, even though he is far more focused on where she’s going with the little experiment they have between them.
He hesitates over the first one she mentioned, but wavers and goes to the strawberry one. The chunks had been too cold on his teeth, so perhaps he’ll try one without any inclusions. The strawberry earns very wide eyes and a little wiggle in his seat, only just managing to swallow before he exclaims his excitement. “Oh, I liked that one a lot!” he gushes. Then, sharing what amounts to a conspiratorial expression with his mother, he leans closer to whisper (badly). “Are there any bad flavors?” He won’t say it loud enough to hurt the seller’s feelings, but surely there must be!
He hesitates over the first one she mentioned, but wavers and goes to the strawberry one. The chunks had been too cold on his teeth, so perhaps he’ll try one without any inclusions. The strawberry earns very wide eyes and a little wiggle in his seat, only just managing to swallow before he exclaims his excitement. “Oh, I liked that one a lot!” he gushes. Then, sharing what amounts to a conspiratorial expression with his mother, he leans closer to whisper (badly). “Are there any bad flavors?” He won’t say it loud enough to hurt the seller’s feelings, but surely there must be!
JUDE
