The Prophecy Comes True
Elijah and I were having our daily wrestle. He whipped a pillowcase off a pillow, stood up, tied it around his waist, and began to dance like a foolish chicken.
"Look, daddy!" he exclaimed. "I'm a hipster!"
Oh, no, I thought. I wanted a cool kid. Not a fucking hipster.
"What did you just say you were?" I asked.
"A hipster!" he said.
"Do you even know what a hipster is?" I said, adding, in my mind, please say no, please say no, please say no.
"It's someone who ties things around his hips!" said Elijah. "I have a pillowcase around my hips. So I'm a hipster!"
What a relief. He wasn't a hipster, at least not yet, just a big goofball.
"I know some hipsters," I said. "And you're no hipster."
"But I am Genghis Khan," he said. "Was he a hipster?"
"No," I said. "He was a badass."
"Why did he have a bad ass?"
"Forget I said that."
"I'm a hipster!" Elijah said.
