there is a little boy i observe in my early childhood development class who wears his pants at his jeans pulled up to his ribs by suspenders. y is three years old and when his teacher asked him what he was thankful for he said stars. he has japanese eyes but they're enormous with brown shine.
Y sat beside A, building with blocks with little magnets imbedded in them. A is very bosy, she made a car out of legos. If you asked him, Y would explain that his vehicle clears things from the street. Like a snowplow. S comes over and Y says S would you like to play with me, his accent is fading but behind each word is a steady drumlike rhythm. A, who is very manipulative, convince S to play with legos, not magnets. Y's eyes grow large and slowly, twice he says i am very very mad. he goes back to the corner of the construction area and plays alone, pushing blocks across the carpet with his vehicle. a few moments later, y walks determinedly to the other side of the learning center, leading with his plaid belly puffed out in anger. he says a, s is my best friend too. a turns to s and says are you my best friend? s reluctantly nods at her legos. y is very very mad. we are all best friends, he yells.
he is one of my favorite souls in the world. omg i wonder if you understand at all...he's so amazing.