Fred
Published by Sara Jacobson
Mar 31, 2006 07:15 AM under
’..fred….fred…’, Ander mutters from the bottom of the stairs.
There, huddled in his blanket in a pose of utter despondency he gazes up at me.
Ander wails ‘They’re all Fred, Mommy! All of them! I call for Fred and they all come, hopping around, wriggling their invisible noses and tickling my toes.’.
Collapsing into his blanket, he sniffles.
Guess they are only Harvey if they are six feet tall.
