Plays with his hair
There would have been words but…he’s on the phone;
with his mother. Who is in the middle of a very long winded
explanation of her latest ideas for remodeling the kitchen.
And the devil help him, he can’t yell like he wants because
of life rule number four: never interrupt your mother. So he
settles for flailing, and trying to walk away.
“Yea…dunno ‘bout t’yellow Mom.
Sounds a li’l eye stabbin’.”