A little girl was crying in the bathroom at Whole Foods. The mother was perfunctory as I passed them, maybe like a kindergarten teacher she had observed in her past, “Both hands, please. Thank you.” Then, as I went into a stall, she said “Now, do you want your crown back on?” which could be either a very tender question or a very indulgent one. The little girl didn’t respond except by additional mournful sounds, and I am afraid I decided which it was based on the tightness of the mother’s electric blue leggings.
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