They’ve changed the color of the casing on Li’l A’s Albuterol inhaler from grey to white. His eyes light up and he goes, “That’s like when Gandalf the Grey became Gandalf the White.”
My jitters about being late for school melt into a happy drippy puddle of pride.
“YaY!” I say.
[Incidentally, not that I’m jealous or anything, but i'm that girl who spent much of her early teen years in an LOTR haze, running around declaiming my mock up of Eowyn’s lines:
“No man am I; Eowyn of Rohan am I.
Now weep Nazgul and DIE.”
But it's Li’l A who gets to experience LOTR in a whole new dimension via his Gameboy. It Sucks. I'll tell you that much.]
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