cycle head

Today my half-brother Forest who is four and young enough to be my own child came running in the house to tell me about the mouse he'd found in the yard. "The Kitty kiwed it and ate a littew bit of it. I don't yike the kitty- she hotes things. I want to give away the kitty." My step mother who was putting on leather pants to go to a Bachelorette party said "You're right, honey, it's not very nice," drowning out my own explanation of the cycle of life. I sort of trailed off and started snooping around in the change and hardware on my dad's dresser while Forest made half-hearted kicking motions toward the the cat. He abruptly turned and walked out of the room. "Cycle-head" I heard him mutter under his breath as he passed me.