You look at your kid and think, “What will become of this person?” You try to interpret their tantrums, their sweet moments and everything in between along the Serial Killer-to-President spectrum. So when I contemplate my own son’s preschool chaos, I am always looking for signs of order, of a deeper intelligence, those qualities which will move him ever closer to a potential Presidency on the all-important Spectrum of Success. (or Spectrum of Abject Failure, depending on whether or not you’re a glass full or glass empty kinda person).
I think I found another scrap of evidence in his favor a few days ago, a clear indication that he possesses a sort of soulfulness, when I entered my room to find him creating an artful installation with a small dress form as a kind of cork board, using straight pins and various bits he found lying around, including a Canadian five-dollar bill, which, as everyone knows, is not real money, so I didn’t mind him playing with it. (I’m only kidding — why, some of my own flesh & blood are Canadian citizens and they tell me that they actually use the currency to buy things!)
He unearthed vintage brooches and plastic bracelets and other things I didn’t even remember I had, informing me that his very favorite piece was the charm bracelet with its little spoon and tiny lock and other small bits. That piece is my favorite, I told him. I like that bracelet because it’s a cunning little thing, capable of surprises. Just like someone I know.