Behind Bars

Do you have any idea how thrilling it is to crawl into a tiny dog kennel (we're talking dinky, terrier-sized), close the gate behind you, and just sit there while your parents take pictures? And--and--to not even mind the smell, because it's comforting and familiar, like the smell of the Goodnight Moon bunny whose ears you suck while falling asleep, the one your mom calls Manky Bunny, the same one your grandma had to replace because you ruined the first one beyond the redemptive power of the washing machine by attempting to feed it oatmeal?

That's the one, yeah. Go on, hug it. Life has many comforts: enjoy them wherever you find them.