it's like thunder, and lightning, the way you love me is frightening

So the kids and I, we had a moment.

The power was out on the whole block. Their mother was out drinking with friends, saying she'd be back as soon as the power outage ended (i.e. when her offspring stopped hysterically crying).

So we lit scores of tealights and put them all over the house. Then we crawled into bed and I told them stories until they fell asleep.*

Then today, when I was out running errand. . . they cried for *me.*

*Has anyone noticed how scary fairy tales are? I mean, someone's mother is always dying, to be replaced by a wicked stepmother (Hansel and Gretel, Snow White, Cinderelle) and witches and wolves are always involved somehow.

betholindo at 6:55 p.m.

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