Wax figure cabaret

My little jungle boy made a friend. The boy’s mother seems to be a bit high-strung. That egg-shell energy. You know, when you’re not quite sure that it’s okay to have the right to exist..get it? Well jungle boy’s dad wanted to take the boys to the fair. As I’m asking the little boy’s mother her permission for her son to go to the fair with jungle boy, she says: ” Are you sure? Is his dad going to be alright with him. You know he can be a bit much at times”. Lady, please. Maybe you need to not be around that kind who puts that pressure on, insinuating that your son can be a bit much. When was the last time you felt exuberant. Overjoyed at being alive. Getting a kick out of living. I’m a strong advocate of “to each its own”. So I clearly keep my distance from the wax figure gallery. I reserve that kind of stuffiness for the casket.