This afternoon I was so lucky as to be in the presence of Miles, who is maybe two years old, and who was wielding a large red pair of scissors awfully close to his eyes. I suppose a normal person might have taken them away from him, but I could only watch and cringe. Lars came and watched and cringed for a while, too. He said, “It’s like watching an Andy Warhol horror film.”
When he tired of the scissors, Miles said, emphatically and quite loudly, “I. Am. Very. Funny.” Then he flung his head back and opened his mouth very wide and said, “Ha! Ha! Ha!” Then he composed himself and said, “That was my evil laugh.”
I looked around for Bill Cosby to walk in the door, and when I turned back to the kid, he had the scissors in his hands again.
When he tired of the scissors, Miles said, emphatically and quite loudly, “I. Am. Very. Funny.” Then he flung his head back and opened his mouth very wide and said, “Ha! Ha! Ha!” Then he composed himself and said, “That was my evil laugh.”
I looked around for Bill Cosby to walk in the door, and when I turned back to the kid, he had the scissors in his hands again.
posted by stellou at 3:26 AM
1 Comments:
Oh that sounds creepy. Not the scissor bit. But the kid, who is two flinging his head back laughing, AND then composing himself to declare it was his "evil" laugh. Creepy.
Even more creepy if he had that innocent kid look about him.
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