On the walk home

"The book I'm writing, it's actually a series, it's going to be nine parts, and the part I'm writing now--well, not actually writing but planning in my mind--is the part with me and Nick and we're fighting robots, not big robots but small robots, well actually medium-sized robots, like they're dog-sized, and Nick has this laser gun and it's like ka-zing but the laser misses and the robot is like WHEEAAAAA and I'm hiding in a locker and then I jump out like WHOAAA and then WHOOOoOSHhhhh and BLAMBLAMBLAM and the thing explodes all over. That's the first part. And then--"

"Okay, Henry?"

"--the second part is when everything's all blown up and the robots are on top of the school and we're like GET AWAY STUPID ROBOTS and they're all flying up in the air and there's like a big spider monster who's all [frantic limb movements commence]--"

"Henry. HENRY."

"Mom. I'm trying to tell you about my book."

"Yes, but there's a problem.  I don't understand a single word you're saying."


"I've lost track of what's going on."

"I'm saying, the robots are like ON TOP and we're like DOWN THERE and they've got these green tentacled things, well, not tentacled, they're kind of like spiders but not--"

"I'm totally lost. Why don't you just write down your stories? Like, on paper? Then I can see them and understand what you're talking about."

"Because I want to tell you about them."

"But I can't understand what the story is. Half the time you're not using words."

"Mom, that's okay."

"It's okay that I can't follow your story?"

"I just feel like saying it."

"Okay, so while you're talking, can I let my mind wander? I don't have to try to follow this?"


"So I should just pretend to listen?"

"You don't have to pretend."

"No 'uh-huh's and 'I see's? You don't need those?"

"NO. Mom, can I just tell my story?"

"Absolutely, my son. I will go on a little vacation in my mind while you natter away."

"THANK you."

"I'm so glad we can communicate like this."

"Yep. Can I talk, now?"