Uncategorized, KidsFebruary 19, 2008 5:31 pm
The toddler at the next table kept looking at me.
I grinned at him.
He grinned back.
His mother smiled as well.
Then when the mother wasn’t looking, I stuck out my tongue at him.
He stuck out his tongue as well.
It was a cool February night at a cosy pizzeria.
The mother was with her friend, another mother, also with a son of the same age.
The friendly toddler eventually walked up to me. I shook his hand - it was wet with his saliva, and tickled his tummy a bit. He giggled, and his mother smiled.
Both mothers were pretty, and about the same age. Around 20.
It was St. Valentine’s Day.
You wished you were the father.
Comment by tottis — February 21, 2008 @ 5:36 pm
You know… I’ve always been confused why we celebrate the Feast of St. Valentine’s. In all three possible Valentines that this feast could refer to, all three were beheaded… Seems morbid to celebrate love on this day right?
Comment by Thomas — February 26, 2008 @ 11:31 am