the four year old boy bulldozed his way through the children on the playground. when he arrived at the swings he flung his belly across the seat and flailed his limbs as the swing took flight. his shock of wispy blond hair fluttered in the breeze. he kicked his legs in the manner of elaine benes. just as quickly as he was on the swing, he was awkwardly launching himself off. he then body slammed his stocky torso into a classmate.
his teacher yelled out to get his attention. she noticed me watching him and told me that he is a sweet kid. he has a wildfire imagination, however, he is completely unaware of where his body is in space. he is, therefore, reminiscent of a bull in a china shop. she then told me that he reminds her of chris farley.
and i stared in awe. because he does. he is the complete mini version of chris farley. from his march-like gait, to his arms as they swing wildly from side to side. even the hair.
i couldn't peel my eyes off of him.
he is officially the visual fodder that will feed my need for amusement on a daily basis.
and part of me wants to babysit him. in his van down by the river.
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