When you’ve had a long day holding up the fountain and looking stoic for tourists…this buds for you.
I spent a good deal of last year trying (and failing) to get my son into humorous statue posing.
Because it amuses me.
Because I’m 8.
He appreciates the concept and is, for the most part, willing but we get stonewalled by creative differences.
He’s conservative, and I’m ridiculous. That’s the gist anyway.
Take yesterday, for example. We crossed paths with a raging metal bull statue that screamed for comedic intervention,
and we left him wanting.
Me: stand by his rump and act like he just farted.
Son: I should ride him.
Me: No really, scrunch up your face like you’ve never smelt anything so bad.
Son: Or I could just ride him.
Me: Trust me, this will be good, make like you’ll be sick.
Son: Yeah, I’m gonna just ride him.
Me: when did you get old?
He won. He usually does. But tell me my idea wasn’t gold. Look at that stance! That bull looks in pain.
So I’m not throwing the towel in yet.