Imp-Boy here.

Dad's letting me share with you guys inside this suite on his site,

maybe hoping I won't do too much damage

and you might even enjoy listening

to what I want to tell you about!

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Just itching to tell you...(if I can get to the point...)

I'm just itching and about to break out of my britches wanting to tell you about the new playmates I found yesterday when Dad and I accompanied a friend of his (and mine too, I think) to the hospital. Seemed she liked that Dad was there to "support her," even though, from everything that I saw, Dad didn't do anything but go around with her. She did it all and Dad Dwight did nothing, just following her around, and she could have done it fine without Dad. But somehow it seems that it might be hard for me to understand what adults humans want, especially if those adults are female adults.

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I could have felt stifled having to go with Dad to the hospital, but...

But this is about me, not Dad. Well, you can imagine how most three-year-old boys might feel a bit stifled when they go along with one of those adults who are so serious and are trying to get us kids to be that way too. 

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I was just looking all around with everything being so new to me...

Fortunately, my Dad gives me a lot more room to do whatever I want than most parents do. So here I am at this brand new hospital-type place (I think it was called the Da Nang Eye Hospital) and I am just looking all round at everything that was so fresh and new to my eyes and mind. 

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I found another boy to play with!...

And, right away, OMG, I was so lucky, right behind me what a boy, maybe about 7 years old. And even though I was pretty sure that he was a children, I thought it would be fun to ask to make sure. And I didn't want to be rude by assuming he knew English (that is just my excuse to sound like I am a kind boy, not that I am cruel either), I decided to ask him by speaking into Dad's Google translate app, so that it would show the English translation in Vietnamese. I spoke into the app and then showed him the question (and I think his mother beside him could see it too), "Are you a children?" > "Bạn có phải là một đứa trẻ?"

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It seems he and I can play language games together!...

He smiled and nodded "yes." I am was happy! It seemed that he liked me and would be happy to play with me, especially talking-play, because I like talking-play a lot since I have full access to all the super-shit language knowledge that my Dad spent over 80 years learning and absorbing. I'm pretty sure that not many other kids have the instant access to that sort of language knowledge to just have fun turning it inside-out and all-around-the-merry-go-round like I can when I just let myself blabber (I don't even let myself, that is just what I do: blabber).  But it doesn't matter to me that other kids don't have that because just being able to play is the most important thing to share together and I can have fun playing with language on the level that they already know language (even if it happens to be one of those strange non-English languages like Vietnamese).

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Language-playing is a lot easier for adults to accept than roughhousing, especially in public places...

And I've gotten pretty smart about this, if we just do talking-play together and not down-on-the-floor, horseplaying-play, the adults around us that are physically stronger than us (and that is an important reality to take into consideration for those kids who don't happen to occupy an adult-looking body like I do). You don't want to fuck with those willing to use physical force against us kids, especially when they don't know any better. 

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And I got to play a bit with the mother's mind too...

Okay, let's get back to the main thing I wanted to tell you about. Actually, although I was mostly language-playing with the boy and another girl I'll tell you about in a bit, since the mother of the boy was also reading what I was saying to her son, I was getting to play with her mind a bit also...it's really fun to mess around with adult minds: they often can't tell whether I know shit or it's all bullshit that I have eaten myself. And I'm not even sure myself if I am sold on whether it's the one or the other either or maybe both (we'll not go down that road any further here, Dad is suggesting). 

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Trying to explain the condition of "seriositis" to my new playmate...

I explained to the little boy about his mother and other adults because he might not have known about this, "You know, we have to show compassion to people like your mother and other adults. They have a condition that is called 'seriositis.' It is charactized by an aversion to and being unable to express themselves by being wacky, silly, and having willy-nilly fun all over the place at any time and any place, as well as their showing their disappoval of others enjoying the world of silliness, especially anyone who is older than four or five. Having the condition of seriositis makes it almost impossible for them to just play and have fun with everything and in any moment and any place like we can."  I may not have said quite all of that to the little boy. I also didn't have a chance to explain to him that the big problem with this condition is that it affects their mind so that they think they are normal and they do their best to get children like you and me to believe them so we will be "normal" by believing the same "being serious" bullshit that they are infected with. As soon as possible, just like the "Logical Song" says, they want us to "grow up," which is equivalent to being afflicted by the condition of seriositis. So, as you long as you can, let's just have compassion for your mother (she seems so nice) and the others who are inflicted with the condition of seriositis, without we ourselves buying into their toxic self-deception. 

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A girl children joins us...and Dad's is now suggesting that I might wrap things up here (he says it is time to eat)...

I'm so excited to share one more thing. The boy and I noticed a girl children sitting by her mother just across from us. I asked the question, "Are you a girl children?" so that she (and her mother) could see the Vietanmese translation of the English.  We could tell she was happy as she nodded her head "yes." But she was also a bit shy so she just waved to us across the hallway. I felt so happy just the three us childrens together finding each other while the adults continued on around us not having much fun doing that they think they "have to do." Well, at least we three knew the truth.

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