Playground PhilosophyA Story by Raef C. Boylan
“It’s all bullshit, you know,” says one little kid to another. The second kid pokes a crayon into a nostril and asks, “What do you mean?” “Them; forcing their crap down our throats. Don’t chew and don’t swallow, okay?” “What should I do then?” “Spit.” The second kid spits on the playground floor. “Will that work”? “Don’t be so literal-minded.” “Sorry.” “Look -” says kid number one, “are you a girl or a boy?” “Is this a test?” “Yes.” “Is it a trick question?” “No.” “I’m a boy.” “How do you know you’re a boy?” “I just am.” “So when you woke up this morning, did you just decide to be a boy?” “No, stupid, I’ve always been a boy.” “Says who? Do you remember being born?” “No.” “So who told you you’ve always been a boy?” “This crayon tastes funny... Nobody told me, I just know.” “Don’t eat it then. Does your dad call you a girl?” “NO! He says I’m a boy.” “Okay, so you’re a boy because your dad says so?” “No.” The second kid starts tracing shapes in the dirt with his fingers. “Because teachers say so?” presses the first kid. “No.” “So how do you know you’re a boy?” “I play with Harry and Carl and they’re boys.” The first kid thinks this over. “Am I a boy or a girl?” “You’re a girl.” “But I play with Harry and Carl too. So I must be a boy as well.” “You’re a girl.” “But if playing with Harry and Carl is what makes you a boy, then I’m a boy too.” “Nope, it doesn’t work like that. You’re a girl.” “Well then, maybe you’re a girl too.” “No, I’m not – I’m a boy!” The second kid starts crying. “Don’t you want to be a girl?” “NO!” “Why not?” “I’m a boy. I like doing boys’ things.” “Well, what are girls’ things?” “Dolls and dresses and lipstick and stupid stuff like that.” “Well then, I don’t like girls’ things.” “Too bad.” “Too bad for you as well, since you might not be a boy.” “Shut up! I AM a boy!” “So am I, remember? I play with Harry and Carl too.” The second kid thinks hard, sniffling. “Boys don’t wear skirts.” “I don’t wear skirts.” “Boys have short hair.” “Not all of them do. Anyway, I have short hair.” “Boys don’t cry.” “You just cried.” “They don’t cry about stupid things like falling over or getting their clothes dirty.” “I don’t cry about stupid things.” There is silence for a moment, and then a triumphant smile creeps over the second kid’s face. “Can you pee standing up?” “I do sometimes.” “But do you have a willy?” “No.” “Then you’re a girl.”
“So you’re a boy because you have a willy?” “Yeah, and you don’t so you’re a girl!” The first kid drops her head, defeated. “You’re weird!”says the second kid, and runs away. Alone now, the first kid sighs. “Guess I better get used to that, huh?” © 2008 Raef C. BoylanAuthor's Note
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20 Reviews Added on June 27, 2008 Last Updated on July 31, 2008 AuthorRaef C. BoylanCoventry, UK, United KingdomAboutHey there. RAEF C. BOYLAN Where Nothing is Sacred: Volume One www.lulu.com/content/paperback-book/where-nothing-is-sacred-volume-i/1637740 I can also .. more..Writing
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