Growing up we listened to alot of Bill Cosby albums and on one of them was his bit about how the reason children are the way they are is because they are brain damaged, giving examples of all the non-sensical things they do. Many times I have looked at Chip when the boys have done something just wacky and uttered these words – brain damaged – and we both knew what I was referencing.
So today the boys came home from school and, as usual, Jesse came upstairs to my office to do his homework. This is what greeted me at the top of the steps.
My immediate response was “Jesse!! What happened?” His immediate answer was “What?”
I repeated again – “What happened”. He responded again – “What”
I repeated again – looking directly at the bruises on his face – “What happened?”
He pointed to his chin and said “Its a bruise.”
I said again – “What happened”. He said “I hit it”
I said – “and your forehead?” and he said “what?”.
I asked him “What happened to your forehead” and he said “I don’t know”.
At this point I am quickly going back in my mind to my trusty Bill Cosby philosophies on child-rearing and realize that I am dealing with a child who is obviously brain-damaged but then I started thinking that maybe I am the crazy one here because I know that children are brain damaged and I am asking questions expecting a rational explanation. After some more slower more precise questioning, Jesse finally explained that he fell when he tripped over his untied shoelace in school – but that he tied it after he fell. Okay. No harm, no foul. Just a rug burn and some slight bruising. He will survive this.
Its all okay.
And then Vash came upstairs and walked into the office.
I just looked at him. He just looked at me.
After awhile, he said “What?”.
Is it me?
What if I’m the crazy one and their world is the real one? I don’t know anymore.
Vash took off his mask to show it to me.
I asked if this is something they made in school and he said no. It was just something he made by himself.
He then asked if I was going to put this up on the blog and I said “oh yes” and he said “Good – I wanted it to go up on the blog” and he happily trotted out of my office.
I just stared at the top of the stairs.
Jess went back to his homework and I started writing this.
It must be me. I’m feeling brain-damaged.