Recently I found myself behind a minivan at a stoplight. (Wild and crazy here in Suburbia Hell, I know.) And on this minivan rear window was one of those cutsie cartoon stickers depicting the “typical” nuclear family. You know the one – Mama (with her flipped out hairdo), Daddy (with his baseball cap) followed by the two kiddos with her mini-me flipped out hairdo (plus bows) and his baseball cap (plus toothy grin).
This particular family depiction left me curious though – there was the Mama and the kiddos, but where the Daddy should have been, there was nothing but a sticky outline. The shadow of his former self, you might say.
These thoughts ran through my head…
1. What exactly did Daddy do (or maybe more to the point, who did Daddy do) to earn the dull razor blade treatment?
2. How does Daddy feel about being relegated to no more than a crime scene outline?
3. How drunk/high on adrenaline-fueled anger was Mama when she decided that “rubbing” out Daddy was a good idea?
4. What do the kids think?
5. How much can I possibly read into one sticker?
6. Why the hell don’t I keep my camera in my purse?
