Rainbow

"You should try some.  It's really good."

Oh boy, if I had a nickel.

Logan had been trailing me throughout the house for the better part of an hour, jabbering away.  I was attempting to prepare for the imminent arrival of house guests and he was attempting to carry on one of a thousand conversations that he had apparently stored up since bedtime last night.  Not only did I have no idea what we were talking about but now he had me cornered in the guest room.

I had to plan my next response carefully.  Too many times I have been humoring along a conversation, only to arrive at a point where I had inadvertently agreed to something, and later, suffered the dire consequences when that something either did or did not occur.

"It will make you have..." he trailed off.

There was a pause, during which I couldn't decide whether or not I hoped he would say, "a party in your mouth."

"...a fun time in your head," he finished.

I tried not to guffaw.

"That must be really good," I agreed, although I still didn't know what we were talking about.

"Ya," he said, "and you will be able to turn the whole world into a rainbow!"

Wow.  Part of me wishes that I had been paying more attention.  The other part of me is wondering whether or not the house would be instantly clean and my chores would be done if the whole world were, in fact, a rainbow.

- 3 August 2012