Not My Words

As the Boy and the Barbarian snarfed down Frosted Flakes this morning and gazed at grainy stills of Bin Laden, mixed with celebratory scenes on TV, I felt compelled to explain.

I summed up 10 years in a sentence and a half, muttered as I pulled apart our remote control-swallowing couch…. which on this particular morning, had binged on my cell phone as well.  

“This bad guy named bin Laden, who hurt a lot of people, got killed. So people are happy.”

Who?” Cayden asked.

“Bin Laden.”

Nimrod??”

Close enough.