Her child’s cry came, as always, at the wrong time. She was elbow deep in an endless pile of dishes, and to go to him she would have to pull her gloves off, wash away the excess bubbles, and find a clean dish towel to dry her hands. The last time she’d done that he’d only wanted a glass of water and he was old enough to do that on his own, finally.
She turned off the faucet, and then judging the stress in his voice, the sense of urgency, and the general location, she determined that he was still sitting in front of the TV and wasn’t in any immediate danger. She hadn’t wanted to be one of those mom’s that just yelled from room to room rather than encouraging the behavior of getting up and having a conversation face-to-face, but it had already been a long day.
She tried to keep her frustration out of the reply, and was pleased with how sweet her question sounded.
“Something’s wrong with Maxwell?”
She wracked her brain but couldn’t place the name. It didn’t sound like any of the characters from the shows he normally watched. “You’re watching TV, right?”
She waited for him to elaborate. She sighed audibly when she noticed the small pool of water at her feet that had dripped off her gloved hands while she’d been distracted. One more thing for her to clean.
After a nearly unbearable minute, “So, what’s wrong?”
“He’s acting strange. Normally he’s funny. Or, he’s just there, not doing much. But, right now he’s being mean. He’s got this great big silver hammer and he’s smashing things with it.”
She furrowed her brow in confusion. That didn’t sound like any of the approved shows the smart chip was supposed to allow her son to find. She didn’t want him to think she didn’t pay attention to the things that were important to him, but she was forced to ask, “Who’s Maxwell again, darling?”
“Yeah, from those commercials.”
“The car insurance commercials?”
“And, what’s he doing?”
“Mom! I already told you! He’s got this great big silver hammer and he’s going on a totally berserk rampage. He’s smashing everything and everyone in sight!”
Water continued to drip from her hands as she sprinted out of the kitchen…
This bit of silliness is my humble submission for Merry’s “A Beatles Contest!” Everyone is welcome to join in the fun. You’ll earn a new shiny badge for your blog if you do, and you could win a guest post, and all you have to do is:
Write (or draw…or both!) a post based on one of the songs [below]. Link it back to this post so that everyone has a chance to see the fabness that you created.
All entries will be judged by Paul.
Here are the songs:
All My Loving
Maxwell’s Silver Hammer
Lucy In The Sky With Diamonds
You definitely want to join in the fun, right? Get to it! Write it, draw it, paint it, create it, then link it and post it, and, voila, you’re entered!