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[Jun. 16th, 2006|10:29 am] |
In a sporadic effort to post more here, I post today though I have little to say.
On my way out of the apartment building, I was briefly delayed by a neighbor and his two children. One child, being barely verbal and carried by Dad, was not much of a delay. The other, precociously talkative and attempting to carry three books and two sticks all at the same time, presented more of a difficulty.
When I arrived on the scene, Dad was holding the door and child one, while child two was standing in the middle of the doorway, holding two books under one arm and two sticks under the other. Sticks, let me point out, that he loves dearly, and that are about as long as he is tall. The third book was lying on the ground, at his feet. He was attempting to pick them up with his feet, because his hands were full. He explained this to Dad, in response to Dad's attempting to get him out of my way.
I picked up the book for him, just as he gave up on his feet and leaned over to pick up the book. Thus proceeding to drop one of the other books, and both sticks. I handed him the third book, and while he was distracted snuck around him. As I walked away I heard his father explaining to him that the sticks couldn't come with them in the car anyway, and why didn't he just leave them by the door?
They're moving out in a couple months. I'll miss them. |
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