Nuthouse

I'm folding laundry and Shaun walks past me. He's all hunched over to one side and his arms are dangling strangely. Probably something he saw at school and thought was cool.

I ignore him as he passes by a second time. This time his face is all contorted and he's trying his best to pull his lips back and expose his teeth. He's still twisted and tilted to one side as he shuffles past. The third time his pants are around his ankles. I can't ignore him any longer.

"Shaun, are you feeling okay?"

"Sure am, Mom!" He realizes his pants are down and quickly pulls them up.

"You know I'm watching you, right? Do you know what happens to crazy people like you?"

"They go to the Nuthouse. But it's okay, Mom, because I'm just being a banana. I'm not being a crazy person!"