Emmanuel in Syracusa by George Mifsud
It wasn’t
all fighting and escaping to the comforting embrace of the newspaper these
last school holidays. We finally shed our grumpy winter skins and took walks to the library and went on bike rides and lazed around the spring garden. We even managed to slow down enough to create space for some deeply existential discussions. Like on the day when our nine-year old son asked (and expected answers) to the following questions:
Would you rather be:
- purple or blue?
- a triangle or a square?
- a stick or a stone?
- an ant or a blue whale?
- here or in heaven?
- a knife or a fork?
- a digital, or an analog, clock?
- tsunami or fire?
- a cloud or the sun?
- rich and evil; or poor and good?
- milk or Milo?
If only someone could have pressed the 'stop' button on the clock; I wanted to preserve the milk-or-Milo moment forever.
