Oedipus Complex

Yesterday, a kid, maybe six or seven, in the seat in front of me on the Skytrain was nearly kissing his mother on the lips. The weird thing was that she didn’t seem all that bothered as he stuck his face that close to hers. He did other things too, like smooth out her hair and rub her cheeks, and I couldn’t help but think, as I watched them, “Well, someone’s struggling with the Oedipus Complex.”