I was with a group of people today at work, eating a free lunch of turkey and all the usual thanksgiving fixings, and a woman I didn't know had her little boy with her.
He was four, at the very oldest, and really tiny and skinny. He was wearing the tiniest pair of jeans I've ever seen in my life and he had this long, homely, little old-man face. Oh my god, he was so cute.
So I crouched down and started talking to him, and admiring the superheroes on his shirt: Spiderman, the Hulk, and others I didn't know. He became mesmerized by his own shirt, pulling it far out from his tummy and pointing to the characters' yellow faces, red feet.
Then he mumbled something to me. I couldn't hear him, so I moved in a little closer and he mumbled it again. Finally I tapped my ear and said, Tell me a little louder, and he screwed up his little face and barked, Water! right in my ear, and of course I instantly began scrambling around for a plastic cup and some water for him, laughing the whole time.
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