I went to dinner with sis and Gillian tonight. Yup. I was talking about that book - "The Road" (which I finished tonight and loved it after all) and I said to sis "So, the world is gone and the food is gone so what do YOU think people are going to eat," I asked ominously.
"Mama! Wook! I eat your finger" she mimed eating Summer's finger, "and it's all bwoody!" Summer looked terrified of her bundle of "joy".
"And - yer heeeeeeaaaaad. It's cracked now - go wike dis," her large brown eyes rolled up into her head like the littlest exorcism candidate. "And you can seeeee how your head is cracked!" She hopped up in her pink sparkly boots and red tights and, in the middle of Bob Evan's, in front of a booth of terrified chubby people full of gravy, my niece tried to eat my sister's head. "And I ate your head!" Giggling like the deranged child that she is, Gillian plopped down, curled pigtails trailing into her macaroni and cheese.
"Hey Gillian? Can you say 'serial killer'?" I asked.
"Prettiest thing on death row, I always say," Summer said while stroking the curled frizz that enveloped her daughter's head like a halo.
Or a ring of fire.