This is a picture I did not take of a little boy in Spider-man jammies, sitting in the kid seat of a grocery store cart, singing/chanting a fairly catchy made-up song to his toy car, which, in hand, he was making dance along the hand rail. And he stopped just long enough as I passed to flash me the biggest, most infectious grin, which I could not help but return, and then resumed his song, which remained stuck in my head all the way to the parking lot.
“The aim of literature … is the creation of a strange object covered with fur which breaks your heart.” — Donald Barthelme
I like this very much. And I suspect the “strange object covered with fur” would be an amazing assignment for kids to draw. 🙂