This afternoon I helped chaperone a hike in the woods with a group of 8 local kids. One little guy and I brought up the rear; he was the youngest in the group at age 9 and his short little legs couldn’t keep up with the rest of the group. He kept up a non-stop chatter the whole time, and he was hilarious! My favorite exchange: “What if butterflies could talk?”
“What do you think they would say?”
“I think if somebody tried to catch one, it would say ‘I’m too drunk to die!'”
Where in the world did that come from?
A little later we caught up with two other stragglers, a guy about my age and my favorite girl in the group; she reminds me of myself at that age. For a second we felt like a little family – man, woman, two kids…
I just wanted to take those kids home with me.
*edited to add: I realize that this little daydream capitulates completely to the heteronormative patriarchy – but it still tugged at my heart.