Parent Island: Bellies
From adventures in new parenting:
It has been some time since last issuing a field report from Mysterious Parent Island. Regrettably, this has been largely due to my confinement here and subsequent forced labor imposed upon me by the Little Lord. His commands are frequent, stern, and unquestionable—and yet also bizarre to the point that I wonder for his sanity (and, in time, for mine).
As an example:
Royal status is reflected on the island in the rotund ampleness of the Little Lord’s belly—a status he is keen to display to his beleaguered subjects. At all times throughout the day, the royal garments are hiked up and the royal belly revealed; the Little Lord will then proceed to beat it like a drum, summoning the islanders to gather close and heap praise upon him.
Further, the Little Lord will take to gesturing imperially. Upon whomever should the direction of his finger fall, that subject is ordered to lift his or her own shirt as well and reveal their bellies, meager and commonplace though they may be in comparison.
This is the Little Lord asserting his authority, boasting the great roundness of his personage, while at the same time cowing his subjects into shameful obedience.
I confess, since I have taken to more closely joining the lives of the islanders, I too have fallen under the unavoidable commandments of the Little Lord; I too have revealed my soft and pale belly purely for his amusement. And I too have felt ashamed at the laughter and derision he has subsequently cast at me, all the while demanding with his tiny pointing finger: to show my belly again.