the boy:
"i want a super hero beard like daddy"
[as he smears his face with plaster of paris]
you may not get to wear fancy clothes.
but there is a fantasticlly imaginative game of
"shark rescue super hero"
that takes place in a mountain of bubbles.
by the end of the day your glasses are covered
in yogurt finger prints and squishy nose smudge marks.
your favorite shirt is now the canvas
for an art project gone silly.
plaster of pairs covers
more than one surface in more than one room,
[and more than one person]
and your lucky if you get a shower.
i wouldn't trade any of the mess.
greatness lies in the eye of the beholder.
[for you are you and i am i]
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