Man, I hate Saturdays: the worst day of the week. Why, you ask? It’s the visitors. You people don’t know what it’s like; sitting her immobilized while idiots stroll by making stupid comments, laughing. Hah! If they only knew.
“Hmmm. I think it looks like Darth Vader with no legs and a dislocated neck.”
OMG! If I hear that one more time…
“It’s so weird! Gives me the creeps.”
Yeah? Have you looked in the mirror lately, Sweetheart?
“Look at its left arm! Why is it like that?”
O ye of little class…making fun of other’s birth defects. Apparently evolution ‘missed a spot.’
“Daddy? What’s that thing?”
Kids. You gotta love ’em.
“Uh. Well son, let’s read about it and find out…”
This ought to be good.
“Let’s see. It says here, that it’s…
“…the armed, sinister figure of today and tomorrow. No humanity, only the terrible Frankenstein’s monster we have made ourselves into… “
Hooked on Phonics® worked for Dad!
“Hey, neato! Does that mean I’m gonna grow up to be a monster?”
Well, Dad? Will he?
The father’s brow furrowed as he considered how to answer Jake’s question.
“Son, that’s entirely up to you…and your generation.”
“Huh?” Jake squinted and scratched his protruding belly.
“Nothing, Son. Ready to check out the pterodactyl exhibit?”
“Nuh-uh.” Jake shook his head. “I wanna stay here an’ learn how to be a monster like him.”
Is that not precious? There’s really nothing to it, kid. Just be yourself and let it happen.