Happy Sunday!
Not much in the way of intro today other than my status update from yesterday:
I was at Goldburger's Friday picking up one of their specials (a french onion soup dip burger and home made fries) when this 4 1/2 year old walked up to me and asked, "What's your name?"
I didn't quite hear him (hard of hearing doncha know) so I had him repeat the question, which he did. I answered, "My name is G."
His mother was completely mortified, but I said it wasn't a problem. He then asked, "How old are you?"
I answered, "How old are you?"
He said, "4 1/2."
I said, "Well, I'm sort of your age. I'm 45." (face it folks, you cannot be witty with a 4 1/2 year old).
He continued on his merry way burning off excess calories like most 4 1/2 year olds do, and his mother and I had a very brief one minute conversation until our food came out.
And now for your enjoyment, a short history lesson as told by me at Shooting Suburbia.
Sunday, September 5, 2010
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I love it when kids show no signs of shyness. It's so refreshing.
ReplyDeleteVery much so. It really is refreshing reality check.
ReplyDeleteYep kids will talk to anyone, they just tend to stare at me with their mouths open in disbelief! :D
ReplyDeleteYour reply was hilarious!
ReplyDeletePS Only you could write about a burger in one sequence and take pictures of cows in the next! OK, maybe Mr. RK would do that, too...
ReplyDeleteJoe: I sometimes get the strangest looks and the strangest questions from kids.
ReplyDeleteBelieve or not, I am rather nondescript with my appearance on the weekends, and that's when I usually get those questions.
Trust me, I wouldn't stare at you. Might say "Howdy!" and compliment you on a piece of your apparel.
R: Thanks. It's a talent. Lots of exposure to my nine year old daughter and her "interesting" friends have prepared me for encounters like this.
What can I say, I have a talent for word association. Cow equals burger.
Kids are great... most of the time.
ReplyDeleteI like that kids don't see the world quite the way we do.
ReplyDeleteDavid: Sounds like you had few unpleasant experiences with the younger generation. :D
ReplyDeleteAnd yes, they are great most of the time. Grocery stores are the best place to see them do their dirty work. :D
Charles: They don't start seeing the world our way until they get the reality check in college.
Until then, I will enjoy what I see and what I experience during my day-to-day activities.
It is safe to say that I have never been one to pop any child's vision of reality with my vision of reality. Not even with my own flesh and blood.
Love your response!
ReplyDeleteI think he knows a nice man when he sees one.
ReplyDeleteKelly: Thanks. I usually have a way with little childrens: skewered.
ReplyDeleteLynn: Thanks. I try very hard to turn off the workday me and turn on the weekend me whenever I go out amongst the public.
in many ways, I wish many of us (read "me" were more like the kid...willing to talk to others and show interest in them.
ReplyDeleteat the same time...I likes my privacy...
Darth: I'm very strange when it comes to my privacy out in the real world. I don't go out of my way to interact with (adult) strangers and in fact I have body language that makes that point crystal clear.
ReplyDeleteBut when it comes to children, I seem to be a magnet of attraction. I always find it refreshing to talk to a child because it always takes my mind off whatever stresses I'm currently going through.
And yeah, I agree. Sometimes it would be nice if adults acted more like children in that particular aspect of life.