….and I’m not allowed to laugh

third son… face covered in chocolate milkshake
shiny, smooth, brown, yummy

eyes pop open to place two circles of black rimmed with grey in the midst of all the smooth brown running in rivlets down sticky brown cheeks

mouth flies open to centre a dark pink hole, framed by four white teeth which completes the dark rainbow of color

chocolate eyelashes flutter quickly to loosen bits of ice creeping into the eyes

voice wails and hands spring up to the eyes, futilely wiping at the brows which have disappeared into the chocolate mire, smearing new brown goo into the eyes

time jumps into normal mode again as we run into the bathroom together, removing the shirt and wiping the dessert from his face.


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