Kiss Your Mother With That Mouth
By Jonathan Greer
The boy sat on the bed. His father watched him, worried. -Son, he said, What are you doin with your sister’s barbies?
-They’re getting married, he returned, singing the last word. The man cringed.
The next day, he sat at the table with his wife. -Dammit, Ginger, I ain’t gonna let him be that way. We gotta show him.
After dinner, the family sat around the tv. During every commercial break, the man put the tv on mute, took his wife in his arms and kissed her. Hard, long, sloppy kisses. During one of these the man looked out from the corner of his eye and noticed his son, not watching his parent’s bodies in lipsmacking embrace, but humming along with the ez-bake oven commercial.
The man was furious.
-Kiss your mother! he yelled.
His wife, startled, started to protest.
-Gawdammit boy. I said kiss her. Kiss her!
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