Sparkleboy thought about the question. He hemmed and hawed dramatically, and thought some more. He ran his fingers through his hair, making it stand up in a thicket of blond grass. It didn’t matter how he thought about it, he didn’t like any of the answers.
“How about D: none of the above?”
His smile was wide, but showed little teeth.
Bolinski shook his head. He refused to let this character-disordered man-boy-in-white-tights get to him.
“Choose now, or I’ll choose for you.”
“Aww, Dad! You ruin all the fun!”
Bolinski had an idle thought that Sparkleboy’s pout was just as genuine as anything else about him. In other words, not at all.