She was sitting a yard away from me when I blew my chewing gum in a great big bubble. At first it appeared she was curious.
Then I pulled the bubble back into my mouth. She shifted backwards, serious concern in her face.
I did it again. Just as she got up next to the bubble, I made it disappear.
Her concern deepened.
I did it again. A nice big bubble. This time I let her touch it.
Horror. Real horror.
I have never seen such an expression on her face.
She looked at the bits of gum on her fingers. And from her lips escaped a weak, plaintive wail.
Clearly, my face must have been exploding. Over and over again.
It was like a real life horror move. Like that scene in Raiders of the Lost Ark that faves me years of nightmares – they open the ark and the man’s face melts off.
She moved toward making and then away from me. She wanted consoling, but I was the cause of her distress. Concern and horror stayed plastered on her face.
Tender mother that I am. I grabbed my camera and did it again…