Woman In Training

They look pretty unassuming, mild, bland even the young boy said. His father looked at his grandfather; they shared a silent laugh. Tell us how unassuming they are after you grow up and cross one of them. Or after you do anything at all that displeases one of them, the grandfather added. They are lionesses, hurricanes, queens, owls, tsunamis, snakes and fevers. The young boy stared at them. But aren’t Mommy and Grandma girls? Women boy! Never forget that. His sister came out and told all three of them off. Woman in training, and she was only four.