The Things They Say

Tall Son

I am hurriedly making spaghetti dinner for the family.
I crack hard noodles into a large pot.
A few skitter free.

Tall Son hovers on the scene.
“Cool! It’s like a thin, little rapier. “

He is holding a half broken stick of spaghetti in his hand, brandishing it.

“Did you just say rapier?” I ask quizzically.

“It’s so thin and sharp you know….” He replies.

The Things They Say