At the stroke of midnight, one night, the little boy was awakened from his sleep by sounds coming from his mother's room. He got up and went down the hall, opened the door a crack and saw his mother, standing in front of the mirror, naked, her arms spread out to her sides. She was so intensely involved in what she was doing she didn't even see him. She repeated over and over into the mirror, "I want a man! I want a man! I want a man!!"
A little confused, but very curious, the boy went back to bed. The next night, once again, at exactly midnight, he was awakened, and padded down the hallway to find his mother, again, nude, facing the mirror, "I want a man! I want a man! I want a man!!!"
He's no fool. He starts to set his alarm for midnight so he won't miss anything. But this next night, when he's awakened by his alarm and sneaks down the hallway, he hears his mom and some unfamiliar male voice coming from behind her bedroom door. This had never happened before. It scared the stuffing out of him. He ran back to his room and hid under the blankets.
When he awoke in the morning, and came downstairs for breakfast, he found his mother sitting at the table with a strange man. She introduced them to each other; he sat there eyeing this man, trying to figure things out. After a while, his mommy showed her new friend to the door, kissed him goodbye, and sent him on his way. This was not lost on the little boy. And that night, he set his alarm for midnight, again.
When the alarm awakened him, he got up, stripped naked, and tiptoed down the hall where he positioned himself directly in front of his mother's mirror. He stretched his arms out wide, looked straight into the glass, opened his little mouth and cried out, "I want a bicycle! I want a bicycle! I want a bicycle!!"
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