Who's Crazy?

Ming-Chi Sun

 

Who's Crazy?

 

09/05/2014

 

Crazy. Crazy! Crazy? "Such obnoxious behavior is not allowed at the dinner," said escape artist."The word crazy should only be used when you're performing, "said he. He gently scooped up a big ol' thing of chowder. His index finger runs smoothly to the tip of the spoon. I could only anticipate what he might do next. "Would you like to see my mustache?" said he. I nodded, joyfully clapping my hands together repeatedly. "Okay, now watch beneath his noise inhaling the aroma through his nose holes. "With a little sprinkle of magic...," said he, as he gesture his hands in a pinching position. My mum sits adjacent from me with a blank expression as though if she was just slapped by a plate full of boredom. "You ready? Honey! Watch! watch this! It's magical," said he. My mum rolled her eyes and excuse herself to go clean her dish. Behind me hangs a lithograph copy of "The Scream". I guess even he is anticipating too. He then quickly dive his finger into the chowder and pulling it back up. A catapult of catastrophe flung at me with Jackson Pollock style. Cheesy cream scattered across my face with a diced carrot landing on my noise. A piece of potato landed on the painting behind me, shutting him up for once. "Aha! Now that's magic!" he said, kissing the tip of all five of his fingers. "You're crazy daddy!" I shouted. "Now dear, what did I say about using the word crazy, he said while trying really hard to keep a poker face. Suddenly I heard a scream, "Ah! there's a mouse in the kitchen!" "You see miss little snowman, I'm not crazy... the crazy one is your mother," said dad. "She is crazy, just like you," he said with a hearty laugh.