When Starbuck turned three, he and I began to discuss his new bedroom. His old one was a nursery: Blue skies, cotton-candy clouds, giraffe mask on the wall, big crescent moon that lit up over the door. I had painted him a jungle mural on his wall with a smiling monkey and an elephant he named Peanut. Excited for change, and perfectly indiscriminate, he said he wanted his new room to be decorated with cars and trucks and toasters and black and monsters and policemen. And and and and.
Al Ain, United Arab Emirates