Squeaky Clean

Time for school. Morning sighs from three small children, as I adjust thetemperature of the shower. Paul is always first.Barely awake he removes his pajamas and sleepwalks into the gentle spray. Ishampoo his hair and then lather him with the body scrubber, a large softnetted ball. He is transformed into a mass of bubbles. From within this mass, afirm voice, speaks in monotone syllables and quite politely says,"Thank you for scrubbing my eyeballs."


morning traffic--
driving into the sun
behind a big yellow bus