By Charles Gray
I figure I’ll show Dad what I’ve learned in my improv class. “Dad, guess who I am.”
Wearing a bowler hat and shoes that are much too big, I lock my legs together, with my feet pointing outward, and waddle into his man cave swinging a cane.
He smiles. “You’re forgetting something, Danielle.”
“You’re right.” Snatching a beveled eraser from his desk, I place it under my nose and balance it with puckered lips.
He says, “Say baby buggy.”
When I say “baby,” the eraser falls.
He laughs.
“Very funny, Dad.” I should’ve stayed true to being a silent film star.
Nice work, Charles! I do like the old Charlie Chaplin films.
Congratulation Charles! That’s a nice father-daughter story.
Sweet story.
Cute story.
Good visualization