Child's Play

Within every child is the capability of recognizing the Perfect Moment. Of dissecting it from all the other moments and holding it pristine and valued all on its own without any attachment to all the other moments that may or may not have been involved in the creation of that particular moment. And .. as we all know and understand ... for a thing to exist it must be observed. Without observation .. there can be only chaos ... absolutely no creation without prediction. And by prediction ... we thus have creation.

As adults we get tangled up with .. tradition ... which dictates to us our predictions and thus our creations. But a child .. or I dare say here ... an Artist .... does not get tangled up with tradition and they can then predict any damn thing that they can dream up in their little heads and thus their creations border on what the rest of us would deem .. miracles. Or .. creations outside our rutted paths of traditions that dictate our predictable thinking.

So .. by observing we create. After years and eons of creating the same thing over and over again .. there is a certain strength to tradition. The very atoms of existence feel compelled by the sheer strength of collective thought to do as they are observed to do. So it takes some serious observing by a child to actually change more than a moment at a time. And we are always ready to correct a child who sees something we do not .. and force him to see it as we do. Joining that universal mind set. Which in most cases is a good thing. A child who defies the law of gravity would be a rather lonely soul indeed .. for as long as it took him to fall upwards until he ran out of air. As to whether or not he would fall back to the ground upon his death .. would really depend on who was observing him at the time and what traditions dictated their prediction of gravity.

But I digress.

"Fonce?"

The little voice came from behind me and to the side as I repaired the leather on a wheel. A slide of black gaze found Lei standing and observing me .. her little hands clasped before her and her dark eyes intent upon my task.

"Yes Lei?"

"What are you doing Fonce?"

"I am putting leather on a wheel .. to repair it."

"You should be putting the wheel on the leather."

"Well .. I am Lei ... I am repairing the leather by putting a new strip on." More focus on my task rather than on the particulars of her words.

"You should be repairing the wheel."

Slow exhale as I continued to do the task I had done for many years .. countless times. "I am Lei .. where is your mother?"

"Making a baby."

My wheel of thought hit a rather deep rut and my process upended and smashed all to hell.

"What?!"

"I decided to come help you so you can be as good as my daddy."

"I ..huh? .. No .. I mean .. what did you say about your mother?"

"She is making a baby."

How could she say that so .. innocently. How could she just sit there and .. look at me like that ... knowing ... what she knew? I was going to strangle Asria. How could she do that .. and let the child know on top of it? Yes I was going to strangle her with a rather shiny collar. My temper flashed through my eyes .. it must have.

"Why is that bad?"

Careful Fonce .. very careful. "It is not that it is bad .. Lei ... but there are good times to make babies and there are times it is not .. so good ... to do so." Some rather helpless gesturing with the tool I had in my hand.

"There are bad babies?"

fuck

"No .. not that so much Lei ... as when. It does not make the baby bad ... just the .... timing." I was floundering here. "Where is your mother?"

"Are you going to spank her?"

"I might." That was my outside voice .. sort of slipped.

"Then I will not tell you." The set of her little jaw and the thinning of her lips told me she was serious.

"Lei .. it is important that I speak to your mother ... right now."

"Right now?"

fuck

So .. I had no idea what Asria had said to Lei ... how much and damn her if I was going to be the one to enlighten the child any more than she all ready was. And what I was going to do to Asria was not going to be pretty. Nothing for this child to see. Think Fonce ..

"No Lei .. not right now. But soon .. all right? Soon your mother and I are going to have a very serious talk about babies."

"Are you going to take it away?"

"What?"

"The baby."

"Oh .. I ... well ... " No lies Fonce .. no lies. "I might."

"Can I have it then?"

fuck

"We will talk about it .. later. All right Lei? Later.. everything can be talked about later after I speak to your mother."

"Yes Fonce."

"Lei?"

"Yes Fonce?"

"Do not tell anyone else your mother is making a baby .. all right? No one.. please."

She studied me for a long time. Too long for my own comfort. "All right Fonce. I am going to play with Also now. You still do not do wheels right."

Relieved.

"All right Lei .. that is a good idea. You go play."

shit

"Lei?"

"Yes Fonce?"

"No making babies."

"Oh.." She shrugged her tiny little shoulders. "All right Fonce."