Fun times for an only child
“Hey look at this!” says Rissa. She’s just received her “prize” pack for selling a shit-load of magazines subscriptions for her school fund raiser. They give the kids a bag chock full of items they must get in bulk from higher end dollar stores. They’re all pretty much craptastic, but it is, after all, a loot bag – it doesn’t matter.
Her favourite item? A rubber ball attached to an elastic string.
“Look! Look!” She whacks it against the wall and comes back to her. “Oh yeah! I can do this ALL BY MYSELF!” She whacks it again and does a spin in the air before catching it. “Yeah, baby!! This it the perfect toy for an only child. I could be the poster child for this toy!”
Whack… catch. Whack… catch. Whack… catch.
She whacks it harder and somehow it becomes a weapon rather than a toy. It doesn’t come back to her, but instead careens off a secondary and then tertiary wall, scaring all three cats and making me duck all before it comes back to whack her in the head.
“It’s okay… I’m alright. I’m ALRIGHT. Do not panic… But if I had a sibling who actually lived with us, it might be easier to play ball.”
