A SIMPLE PROP

Last night while my daughter was squeezing her long hair dry with a towel after her shower, she suddenly started singing “Fiyehehahh!”

I blinked a few times, and then remembered that I had left a copy of Eponymous in the Odyssey. She was singing The One I Love.

“Why does he say ‘fire’ daddy?” she wondered, dropping the towel in a damp heap. I asked her what she thought.

“I think he’s angry,” she offered, rocking on the balls of her feet. She threw her hands behind her back to catch herself as she fell against the wall.

“I think you’re exactly right.” She gave me a stinging high five and collapsed in my lap, laughing at the very idea…