Cool Boys

Dublin fell into a foam pit.

Got stuck.

Wriggled and wailed.

Mama repeated, raising her voice each time, "Come here! Come here, Dublin!"

He either couldn't understand or couldn't get up or didn't want to get out.

Or maybe he just couldn't hear over the loud music.

Consequently, two cool boys pointed, scoffed, and snickered.

"Hey, look at THAT kid! What's wrong with him?!"

Mama jumped into the foam pit.

She's wearing a dress and sandals--bad choice. Never again!

She struggled into the foam pit to get to her king.

Clutched his arm.

Pulled him into her chest.

Together, mama and her king struggled out of the foam pit, which pulled their feet like quicksand.

Mama's dress surely gave the cool boys a glance of her glutes--bad choice. Never again! 

Those were three long minutes.