Rowley the slapper

141Once upon a time, in an oddly charming township, lived an 11-year-old boy named Rowley Jefferson who was, let's put it mildly, 'unconventional'. Now, those who knew him would say Rowley had a peculiar set of hobbies. He loved certain things in life with an intense, unruly passion. Firstly, he loved his naive, doting parents. Secondly, he was fond of indiscriminately playing around without regard, getting into all sorts of weird and hilarious trouble. And thirdly, and most curiously, he had a rather unusual fascination with pooing, a fact known throughout the town met with puzzled amusement.
One sunny afternoon, Rowley was at the local park with his dad, who had him secured with a lead. That's how outlandishly unmanageable Rowley was known to be. While amusing himself in his peculiar ways, Rowley's eyes fell upon a heated encounter at the nearby skatepark. A bigger boy had just slapped a smaller one, who wailed in pain, and in that moment, a peculiar idea struck Rowley.
In his twisted childish imagination, he believed witnessing this encounter had endowed him with a newfound superpower—the power of slapping. With a mischievous, devilish grin, Rowley swung his hand and slapped his unsuspecting Dad.
The poor man wailed and staged an epic tantrum, so much so that his wife appeared miraculously out of nowhere. Armed with her trusty changing bag, she consoled her 63-year-old husband, complete with a diaper change and the soothing rhythm of a pacifier. The sight of their parents being so childlike only further motivated Rowley. The lad then turned toward his mother and slapped her, too, before sprinting away as she looked on in disbelief.
Rowley, now self-crowned as "Rowley the Slapper," continued his odd slapping spree all over town. Men and women, old and young, he left no one untouched by his hand of mischief. However, his slap-happy day took a dramatic twist when he impulsively slapped a towering figure dressed in uniform. A stunned silence swept around, followed by a deafening siren. Unbeknownst to Rowley, he had slapped a police officer.
Before he could comprehend the situation, Rowley found himself tethered to a taser, shrieking in shock. His mother rushed to the scene, carrying his beloved pacifier in hand, only to see the police leading her 'notorious' son towards the electric chair for punishment. After much pleading and sharing of Rowley's odd, slap-happy story, the skeptical police officers decided to release Rowley with a stern warning. However, they decided to arrest his dad, citing that he was present during Rowley's shenanigans.
With the day finally coming to a close, Rowley and his mother, tired yet in strangely high spirits, decided to cool off at the city's local water park. As Rowley launched himself down the thrilling water slides and splashed around with laughter, his mother sat by the pool, cherishing the simple joy of seeing her quirky child be his unapologetically eccentric self.
As she pointed and cooed at her son, reflecting over the crazy events of the day, she knew that in spite of everything, she wouldn't want to change a thing about Rowley. He was a handful, no doubt, but he was 'her' handful, her Rowley, the little boy who was equal parts vexing and enchanting, but never, ever dull.
As peculiar as this tale might be, it is, in essence, a story about individuality, acceptance and the crazy roller coaster ride called life, all wrapped up in a boy named Rowley Jefferson—forever known as Rowley, the slapper.