Norman Rockwell Moment

August.
Late morning.

Two curly-haired blonde boys -
seven and eight.
Bare feet,
mindless of gravelly sidewalk.
Summer clothes,
now too small
t-shirts baring bellies
shorts twisted.
Taller boy, gesturing -
younger one nodding
in rapt attention.

What,
I wonder,
could warrant
such intense exchange
between them -
Too young for girls...
A big fish?
A home run?
A summer vacation?
News of this year's teacher?
What if mom finds out!

Oh, Mr. Rockwell, only you
could do justice
to their story.