Picasso had his “Blue Period,” my son has his… Lollipop Period.
No, really. They’re lollipops. He and his sister went with Mama to get haircuts, and got lollipops afterward. His first lollipop.
He kept saying it over and over again: “Sissy n me got our haircut. She got a wed lollipop, n I got a lellow lollipop. And we shared a, we shared, a oowange lollipop. These are lollipops.”* And so on, ad infinitum. A little like the Jack Nickolson character in The Shining with the “All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy” sheets.
On the upside Picasso also had a “Rose Period,” and then he moved to African influences, then Cubism (Analytical and then Synthetic). On the downside, the only thing I can see developing out of this Lollipop Period is a Sperm Period. And I can’t begin to convey how not ready I am for that. Bless him.
* And now you see why I generally try to avoid quoting him directly right now. Treacle factor: 10.