My eldest nephew, telling me what he had been for Purim, informed me that he had been an orange marker for the night (the boy is obsessed with orange) and a "good enemy" (a good soldier, apparently. When we told him that enemy means bad, he said that his teacher had said that good enemies were just very rare. I wonder what that's about). Immediate image...A superhero!
Mild-mannered Good Enemy by day...The Orange Marker by night! He swoops through the air, blotting out evilness with his bold orange strokes! His orange cap signifying a force of freedom and goodness. Faster than spilling ink! More powerful than a highlighter! Can draw on the thickest paper in a single stroke! And then he fades away into that paradoxical alter-ego, the enemy of so many, but good at its heart.
Sorry...I think that the sickness has done something to my head...which isn't really an excuse for the rest of the time, but I suppose all the more reason to take advantage while I may.