I’ve seen parties, political parties, religions and cults all the same, but very little has entranced me as much as gobbling up immodest modicii of sugar. But, when it comes to brother Patrick, it’s all about other things. And on this particular day it’s an entrance that’s most entrancing to him.
We got near the door and I was personally all ready to pop in the normal door, but bro-Patrick saw the pygmy version, and he was all about it. I was like “huh, what?” but he was all like “woah, hey” and Dominic was so totally “uh-huh, yeah,” but just the same we were all more (than) less ready to take it all as it came and went, and on that day it went through a tiny door.
If you’re blind I should ask you to ask someone to take a gander at the pics for this article. Patrick is our subject brother in this piece and, in case you are (once again) blind, you have to take a peek, he is totally, entirely enraptured and transfixed by his presence… dare I say he’s entranced?
Oh I dare say it, I know the score around here. Patrick saw his adeptly junior-sized entrance and he was therefore thusly transfixed (and dare I (again) furthher say…) entranced?
So if you see a place and you feel inclined to enter it, give it due consideration to it’s actual, factual size, and do your best to match its size to your own. I can tell you he was as giddy as a smiling, happy clam upon entering it. Oh sure, once he walked through it we were all back to business as usual, but upon entering it the deal was pretty darn exciting.
Some doors are normal size, others are smaller, some are just the right size (baby bear sized, in case you’re curious) but whenever you’re given the choice in the matter, take the door that best fits you.
Take the risk, run the chance of being entranced. That’s all I ask of you. That and a gaggle of hugs and love, but mostly that you take the tiny door de la kiddo stylings.