Burned

I call my mother, per usual, and discuss the last day-or-so's events. She tells me Cassidy's uniform skirt has cigarette burns in it.

Do I call Cassidy, and warn her of what is waiting at home-- a steaming mother left to stew in anger for a day? Or do I give loyalty to my mother, who has every right to be upset over the situation.

Scrabble

I decided to get a cup of tea while working on some reading for class. The coffee house was bustling, and a little girl, with what I assume to be a family friend, was playing her version of Scrabble on the floor in one corner. I opted for the seat adjacent to the game.

She held up a tile, E! And her guardian would list words, beginning with E, until she guessed the correct one. I commented on the girl's hair bows- Halloween themed. She watched me read, and I watched her play. She suddenly stands, looks me over closely, and tells me I have beautiful red hair.

What beautiful sincerity.

Spilt milk.

At work we take daily trips to the local park. Each kid holds on to a ring on a rope, and we travel the 2 blocks with 20 kids, and 2 teachers.

I was at the end of the line with the day's 'caboose', Rebecca. Jacob, ring neighbor, was excited for his birthday cup cakes, planned for later that day, and repeated the word spaghetti, over, over, and over. Rebecca looked up to me and asked me to have him stop. There was little I could do, so I told her to think of something else, like I do, and soon all the 'noise' would fade away.

I was thinking off coffee and a croissant, so Rebecca picked chocolate milk to focus on. We walked a few steps and she began to cry. What could have happened? Rebecca looked up, so sad, and wailed: "I spilled my chocolate milk!"

Complex

Girl, about two blocks away: I slept over at my pseudo-boyfriend father-of-my-baby's last night, or, my audition. Which topic do you want to hear about? Sex is always involved in auditions.

Discovered

Cassidy is actively pursuing a modeling career. She has gotten a great response from agencies, but while she finishes high school, she swirls fat-free frozen yogurt at my old job. While working, a man comes in, compliments her eyes, which are spectacular, then leaves his card. It turns out he is a high-fashion photographer.


Only in Orange County.

Answers.

Each of the girls in the picture below are 17. Parents were 'supervising' this party.
(Second in from the left is my sister, Cassidy.)

Four-Year-Olds.

Elias: Well that's what my mommy said.
Hartwell (from across the classroom): Well your mommy's always wrong so who cares.
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Elias: If YOU eat on Yom Kippur then I'm going to pull my cannon gun off the wall and put you on fire!