The Sorrows of Young Werewolf (eyeteeth) wrote,
The Sorrows of Young Werewolf


This is my nephew at four days of age. His real name is Milkteeth, but for months -- since he was barely more than an ooblast -- his grandparents and I have been calling him Flip. Flip has truly ginormous blue-gray eyes that he can use to compel you, like the power of Christ -- or, as here, lift a late-model Buick several feet in the air. So far he has not yet wished anyone into the cornfield, though I have high hopes.

I am told that Flip has red hair but I will not be able to confirm this until Wednesday afternoon, when I anticipate lavishing upon him the fond attentions I have hitherto reserved for those other large-eyed friends of mine, Rattus norvegicus.
Twinkle, twinkle, little cake,
Floating in a lunar lake.
Like a pickle soaked in brine,
Cakelet, cakelet, how you shine...

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