Because sometimes it wants restating:

Love and baseball bats, beloved ones.
Love and baseball bats.

Scenes from a bathtub

"Okay, kid, be an X for me so I can soap you, ah?"

Dae knows this drill--he spreads his legs and arms wide and waits.

While I scrub, I peek sidelong to see whether he's an X with serifs tonight or not.

He catches me peeking. Tipping his hands down and pointing out his toes, he goes from Arial to Thomas Paine. Then he grins and flips them back. Serif. Sans serif. Serif. Sans serif.

"So what's that about?" I ask, nodding at his hands and trying to keep a straight face. "Are you a neon sign, flickering?"

"Nope."

"What are you then, miho?"

"I'm an X-bird! Flapping my wings! See?" Serif. Sans serif.

I can't help it--I grin. "So what does an X-bird call sound like? If Jaybirds say 'theif! theif!', what do X-birds say?"

He thinks about it for a tic. Then: "GKZ! GKZ! GKZ!"
~rolls about, laughing~

My kid rocks.