thematically fickle

Besides waving bye-bye, one of Ruby’s new talents is to poke things, ANY things, with the middle finger of her right hand. She simply makes a fist, stickes her middle finger straight out and begins the relentless poking until she’s quite satisfied that the object of her poking has been thoroughly poked. Now, as a good mother who wants her daughter to be prepared for the inevitable assholes in life, like the hairy guy in the silver Ford F-250, V-Whatever, I-Have-A-Very-Tiny-Penis truck that sped past me yesterday in the utility lane specifically to cut me off only to then slam on his brakes because he just HAD to get that much further down the I-5 because he and his BUSH/CHENEY ‘04 bumper sticker are just THAT much more entitled than the rest of us (deep breath)…because I want Ruby to have every option available to her when choosing how best to deal with these types of situations, I’m teaching her (though much to the dismay of her gentle father) to turn that finger upside down and start poking at the sky.