Skeletons are out en masse right now and my boy has been assembling, what he calls, a ‘fwamily’ of bones. I, however, call them minions.
They do by bidding when the boy isn’t looking. Nothing scary! Yeesh. Give a skeleton a break! I have a bad enough reputation as it is.
They mostly give me foot rubs, draw my bubble baths, prepare piping hot cups of Mystic Chai and fetch me the Wall Street Journal. I pat them on the head, tell them what good little skeletons they are and send them back downstairs to where the servants gather. Yes, it has a very Downton Abbey feel to it.
Don’t ask me what this creation is … something that reminds me of a Mary Shelley novel. Sometimes that child scares me.
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