Oh my, it was that kid from perhaps the most famous Twilight Zone episode ever filmed: It’s a Good Life. There was something different about him, but I couldn’t quite place it.
Was it C.W.? Or, had I really entered The Zone? I’ll report. You decide.
He pointed at me. “Are you happy?”
“Uh, yeah, I suppose.”
He smiled. “I like it when you’re happy.”
“Are you happy we have a business man as president?”
“Not sure about that.”
He glowered. “I don’t like it when you’re not happy.”
“A person can’t be pleased about everything,” I said. “Most people with grand kids aren’t too pleased either. In fact, most are floating somewhere between despondency and terror.”
“I don’t like you.”
“What can I say?”
“You’re very bad man.” He pointed at me.
“Now wait,” I said. Then it dawned on me, the difference, that is. "What happened to your hair?"
He ignored me and his eyes narrowed. “I’m going to wish you away to the cornfield. You're a bad man. You’re a very bad man.”
As he pointed, a chill ran down my spine. This wasn’t happening, was it? Then a female voice came from the next room.
“All right. Which one of you has been messing with my food dyes?”
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