Atlas – almost wordless
I hang from the door jam after a long and wearisome day for a few moments, as I wait for the play date victim to be collected, late.
My son and his victim stumble past me, a very obvious obstacle. The passage on either side is obvious to most people but they both bumble into me nonetheless. This is not because they are clumsy, but both lack a certain degree of spatial awareness.
His friend pauses and turns back to observe me, from head to toe and then back up again.
My son gives him a little shove, “iz o.k. Mom’s jus holdin up the house a bit.” It’s the kind of intimate nudge between pals, a little over enthusiastic, but perfectly socially acceptable.
The xylophone snaps of spinal relief are very welcome.
“I fink………..yur mom is broke!”
Can I help it if I have monkey arms!
If you enjoy caption competitions and photographs, you may wish to nip along to“DJ Kirkby” over at “Chez Aspie” and test your brain power.
February 25th, 2009 at 6:21 am
Play dates and perfectly socially acceptable nudges. It is all worth it, eh?
‘Tain’t ‘hanging’ while your feet touch the floor, Maddy.
While I have been critical of those passively provided-by-someone-else, I think self application of snaps are good. Stretching is a good thing, although some explanation to visiting children may be in order.
All body proportions are relative.
February 25th, 2009 at 8:33 am
Looks relaxing, except that I would need to stand on a chair for my 4’11″ self to reach the top of the door frame!
February 25th, 2009 at 3:50 pm
Love the photo and the caption:-)
February 25th, 2009 at 4:24 pm
You know, he’s right, Maddy. You really do hold up the house!
February 25th, 2009 at 5:30 pm
It must feel good to stretch at the end of a playdate. I’m like Trish, I’m only 5’1″ so I wouldn’t be able to reach that far either.
February 25th, 2009 at 7:32 pm
Hold up the house? You hold up the world! And you look good doing it! My body doesn’t look so teen-agey from behind. Trust.
February 27th, 2009 at 10:27 am
Holding up the house. I love it.