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Other People's Children
I was having the worst cheeseburger ever with all the other sheep, at MacDonalds in Culpeper, and even with the power to seat myself I ended up by the restrooms, surrounded by tables full of children. You know how children will sometimes stare at you with that look of recognition like they are recognizing something so obvious and you just want to smile at them because you don't want to seem stupid, or mean, or out of the loop, but mostly you just want to be back in touch with the essence of that most pure curiousity that seeps or overflows from the pores of children?

This one little girl was bequiling me with her charm and ability to find 16 different ways to sit in her chair and her father was trying to make her eat the same thing I was having, those little plain cheeseburgers, which as I mentioned, are nasty, so I know she wasn't just being picky or a 3 year old brat when she said to him with perfect timing, delivery, and attitude--YOU eat it. I had to look up and smile at this and when I did she was looking right at me, smiling back. Other people's children make me so happy sometimes.
- jimlouis 11-09-2003 4:04 pm [link] [14 comments]