We often go to the mall to play on the oversized breakfast foods. Declan calls them simply “The Mall Fruit,” but there are also waffles, eggs, sausage and bacon. This little slice of heaven is heavily padded and a place for kids to run around like maniacs and burn off more energy than the Exxon Valdez.
What is interesting to me, every time we go, I notice what a microcosm The Mall Fruit is for High School. There are the jocks, the prom queens, the leaders, the followers, the geeks, the punks… And even a few juvenile delinquents. Generally my son falls into the geek territory. Not that that is a bad thing. My husband was, and is, a total geek, but is a fabulous (and wicked smart) person. But my heart aches as Declan looks on, wants to join in, but just doesn’t quite now how to do it (and I definitely know how he feels).