life's a bummer when you're a hummer

"hey mom?" sweet angel boy, five precious years on this earth, queries from the backseat of the mini as we pull into the library for story time thursday night.

the parking lot is full, so i'm keeping a watchful eye on things as i glance quickly in the review mirror and eye this amazing gift of a child.

"yes, sweets?" i reply.

"you like hummers, don't you?" he asks.

precious.

did i say that already?

utterly so.

"don't you, momma? you like hummers," he sings. "hummers, hummers, hummers!"

like pam from "the office," i find myself gazing forlorn and bewildered at myself in the rear view mirror now.

and then i spot the giant, pretentious, unnecessary in the suburbs hummer taking up two parking spaces in the parking lot.

"no, my love, i'm not particularly fond of hummers," i sigh. "not so much."

"that's too bad, mom, because i think the blue ones are my favorite," he answers.

as they should be when you're five.

as they should be.

* this one's not so bad, though.*

** ah, rs, you are a worthy opponent, but i believe this charmer has power. of course, consider it my initial blow. what's really going to take you down is this secret weapon. you wish to play with fire...well, you know the rest...**

*** sunday is supposed to be a day for rest. a warrior, however, never rests...

my next blow goes something like this.

what’s that? a tiny tear spilling down your cheek?

then i should probably celebrate...

if you need me, i'll be seated on the pile of the bloody and the dead, polishing my weapons...