I saw him twirling out of the corner of my eye.
On the table, in socks, arms raised like a praise dancer.
I opened my mouth to tell him to get off, but the words got stuck. Why not let him spin? I thought. It’s not like he could break the table!
Instead, I watched in silence.
Soon enough the praise dancing stopped and he sat down with a pile of baseball cards. Diligently arranging them and sliding from right to left, he worked to line up his favorites.
I’m not sure if I did the right thing by allowing him to stay there, but for today I decided to enjoy his whimsy and smallness instead of examining rules.
Pippi Longstocking would certainly approve.
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