Feb 11, 201103:58 PMEditor's Blog
The Words That Must Not Be Spoken
ME: Are you having fun? You’re wet. You look cold.
ELIOT (looking sideways at the candy bowl on the table): Yes, we’ve been sledding, but I just got my face covered in snow.
ME: I see. Your face is still red. Want some candy?
ELIOT: Sure. My mom loves Jolly Ranchers.
ME: I’m sure she does. Who wouldn’t? Take some for her and your brothers, too. So, what do you think of all this snow?
ELIOT: Well, actually, I’m a bit tired of snow. We haven’t had school in more than five days.
At this point Eliot begins to think back. I can see it’s getting hard to remember the last day that he was in school. It must seem like years.
Suddenly, ELIOT blurts out: I’m a bit tired of snow. I’m ready to go back to school.
A look of horror comes over his face. He has uttered The Words That Must Not Be Spoken – he wants to go back to school.
Immediately, he starts back-pedaling.
ELIOT: Well, I really wouldn’t mind another day off. I really don’t want to go back, but…
ME: Hey, that’s okay. I think some of the moms are a bit tired of snow, too.