Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Baby Sunshine, Le Petit Lemur, and Mini Machiavelli

On Saturday the boys and I, along with visiting friends, decided to make the best of a gloomy day and have a parade. Hurrah! We donned lemur tails and ears, made a flag that read "The Prwade," and marched down the street to much fanfare and song. But our merry parade turned into a diabolical death-march in icy winds, with a tyrannical 5-year-old as our leader.

This is that story.

In the driveway.

MINI MACHIAVELLI: Everyone needs to do what I say. I am the leader!

BABY SUNSHINE: Yayayayaya.

LE PETIT LEMUR: My Band-Aid fell off. It must have runned out of stick.

MINI MACHIAVELLI: Stop talking about that. We are now marching in a prwade. I am the leader of the prwade. You will follow me.

The parade begins.

LE PETIT LEMUR: [Hums a song.]

MINI MACHIAVELLI: Your humming is annoying to me. Stop now!

LE PETIT LEMUR: [Continues to hum.]

MINI MACHIAVELLI: This humming is aggravating. You will not get a prize!

BABY SUNSHINE: Guh! Guh! Guh!

LE PETIT LEMUR: I want a prize.

MINI MACHIAVELLI: No prize for you!

He stops to state the rules.

MINI MACHIAVELLI: Number One Rule: Do not go in the street.

Number Two Rule: Do not step on the grass.

Number Three Rule: Do not climb trees.

Number Four Rule: Do not chop down trees or houses.

Number Five Rule: Do not kill people.

They march. The winds grow colder. The singing is weak.

MINI MACHIAVELLI: Stop! I do not hear singing.

LE PETIT LEMUR begins to dance.

MINI MACHIAVELLI: Did I say dancing was okay? Be still now.

BABY SUNSHINE: Nanananana!

MINI MACHIAVELLI: Halt! [All stop.] If you see an animal, don't touch it. Look at it, and let it go on its own.

Many grueling minutes later.

MINI MACHIAVELLI: Baby, you will get a prize. Mommy, you will not get a prize. You did not sing when you needed to sing, and you took your clothes off during the pawade.

MOMMY: Clothes?

MINI MACHIAVELLI: You took your tail off.

LE PETIT LEMUR: Prize! Prize! Prize! [Wild tears.]

MINI MACHIAVELLI: I will come back to you later. Silence! Now, who is next? I will decide on the prizes.

All are silent.

MINI MACHIAVELLI: Inside!

He gestures to the door. The parade members meekly obey.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Some of us clever and seasoned paraders bailed out early once we saw which way the wind was blowing!

Cheers--
Old NH

Helen said...

Sad I missed it

- Heidy Heidy Heidy Ho