|A parenting standby for over seventy years.|
Whoever relies on A Man Called Da-da
to govern Small Beings
doesn't try to force issues
or champion reason by force of will:
instead, Ma-ma just hands Da-da the duct tape and heads for the hills.
For every force there is a counterforce.
For every Da-da there is a CounterDa-da
writing about Da-da, and encouraging the use of duct tape.
Ah, but duct tape, even when well intentioned,
always sticks to itself.
A Man Called Da-da does his job
and then stops…
though he’s never really allowed to stop
as his job never ends, but this sounds so good to Da-da
that he had to write it.
Or was that CounterDa-da?
And then Da-da stops…
…but he really doesn’t.
He just wanted to write it again.
Da-da understands that his small universe
is forever spiraling out of control
and that trying to dominate Small Being events
goes against Da-da’s current job profile of "hanging in there."
Because he believes in putting himself out
he doesn't try to convince others he’s on fire.
Because he is content with himself locked in a small house
with small, insane beings who can’t ever seem to stop yelling,
he doesn't need others' approval
because no one ever comes to save him
except Ma-ma every once in a while,
but she's usually tired and cranky.
Since Da-da accepts himself trapped in an ostensibly endless
Parenting Mobius Loop --
or writing about one --
the whole world accepts him.
Or so he tells himself.
And then it STOPS.
But it doesn’t.
[Excerpted from Da-da's unpublished third book, The Tao of Da-da (or "Strong Winds CAN Blow All Day, Depending on How Much Sugar Has Been Ingested"). Void where prohibited. Your own roll of duct tape may vary.]
|"You kids stop rolling that ball through multiple dimensions in the house!"|