LXIII. Chipper Lil Dipper

The Little Martian tosses tidbits of wit around like a confetti sprinkler.

A dollop of smartass on a healthy steaming heap of offensive wisecracks for breakfast with a mug full of soupy giggles for lunch.

The Martian giggles and gaggles through his day and I watch, astounded from behind my triple espresso shot, Monday death cup. 

“Why so chipper little dipper?” 

The Martian throws his hands up, smiling bright and free. 

“I ducking love Monday!”