Lucy looks like a happy kid. Here we see her heading in to the gym to see her pals. She enjoys coloring, playing with the large legos and chatting it up with the other small people. On the way out of the gym she receives a dixie cup filled with animal crackers or goldfish, after she washes her hands, of course. This is typically a highlight of our day.
By all accounts, life is pretty good.
When not mingling with her kind she enjoys a little solitary time. My girl likes to relax. She kicks back and takes in the world. Life is simple.
But I fear that underneath Lucy’s happy exterior lurks something deeper. I think she is struggling to do more than just exist. She is finding her essence, perhaps this life of coloring and taking walks is just not enough. What gives me this idea?
Take a look at Lucy’s bookshelf. A good look.
Right there between Eric Carle’s “With Us, on the Earth and Sea” and the mind numbing rhyming of “Hop on Pop” we have Jean-Paul Sartre’s “No Exit and Three Other Plays.”
This kid is going to be hell in her teenage years.
“Criminals together. We’re in hell, my little friend, and there’s never any mistake there. People are not damned for nothing.” – Jean-Paul Sartre, No Exit