It’s A Wise Child That Knows…
Posted in Blog by: Lottie
Sitting three away from me, ginger complexion freckling in the sun, Nike’s pressed firmly into the mound for balance he waitied, patience failing him. The Canadian postured and searched the audience for volunteer after volunteer as little feet raced back and forth. Gravity could barely contain him as his hand shot higher and higher madly searching for the entertainer’s eye until finally it seemed as if all was lost.
Then with great panache the show-man announced the final trick. “Right boys & girls, I need just one final helper from the audience,” and the firecracker was up like a light. “I need someone who is here with both their parents”.
Dejection filled his little pink face as he slid downwards onto the grass. His mother leaned forward brushing imaginary hair from his face, failing to disguise the look of apology in her eye.
June 22nd, 2009 at 12:55 pm
Ouch..
June 23rd, 2009 at 12:34 pm
Imagine it was both his mothers.
June 23rd, 2009 at 2:29 pm
Ah, is this the canadian who catches cabbages on his spikey head?
he had fierce trouble with little scumbag kids in cork…
June 23rd, 2009 at 4:04 pm
@Morgor – that was him. He seemed to pick the simplest kid in the crowd and kept pressing him till he cried. It was an awkward moment…then we all laughed.