I saw a little girl w/ her dad on the subway. She was right inbetween child/teenager stage - about 11. She was wearing a cute white baby phat outfit and she had a purse and sneakers. But she was still acting like a kid, swinging on the pole in the subway and singing some song she knew to her dad. I thought her dad might be a bit embarrassed by his daughter singing on a crowded subway, but actually he quickly joined right in and sang along with her. It was a nice moment and fun to see this girl ending one phase in her life and just about to enbark on the next.
When I was watching Phoebs (an adorable one year old) one afternoon, we went to the park. All the other parents I talked to thought I was her mom and, since I've watched Phoebs since she was 2months, I was able to answer all the questions and play along. It was fun to play mom. Even more fun to get paid for it.
I was walking the city the other night and saw this couple a block or so ahead of me. She had a white summer dress and he was wearing a shirt and tie. They stayed ahead of me for a while, moving close together and then out again, so I was imagining how happy they were, this perfect couple on a summer's night, in front of me. I was just putting the finishing touches to their white picket fence when I got close enough to hear them. Yelling. Him "You always do that!" Her "No, I don't!" Him: "Yes, you do - listen" He proceeds to pull out his cell phone and put his saved voicemails from her on speaker so she and everyone else nearby can hear them. Her "I don't want to hear this!" Him "You have to! You f--ing have to!" They were moving close to each other to yell louder and then moving apart in anger. Good thing that fence I painted was imaginary.
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