Thoughts of seeing the dusty family photo album in the basement kept coming back to him amidst this epiphany. He wanted to be that boy running on the beach his entire life; a thick diaper around him, a physical and crinkly metaphor of love, holding on to him as he ran away trying desperately not to have his diaper changed, but happy about it and happy to be accepted as a naughty little boy. These feelings were so overwhelming and his cheeks were so beet-red that he could basically see the red from under my eyes as he heard Mayra, even in his trance state.
Completely overwhelmed with a good and excited feeling, he hopped off the couch and said to Mayra, “I’m dinosaur!” before flapping my arms and waddling away into the hallway hearing her sweet laughter from behind.