Tonight I was walking home from the track when I stopped at a crosswalk with a woman pushing a jogging stroller. Her son was about three, and he was looking at me and looking at me. Finally he said: "That's another mama!"
First I thought: I feel old. Then I thought: Maybe he imagines that mamas are nice-looking ladies who run through the park. And that made me feel good...about me, his mama and nice-looking lady runners everywhere.
Wednesday, May 09, 2007
Cute story
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when my sister volunteered at the Day Care center on campus, she decided to quit because the kids (btw 2-4 yrs old) claimed, on multiple occasions, that she was a "sister, not a mother." - she was 18 at the time. My sister is really short and small, so I guess she didn't look old enough or tall enough or something to qualify as a "mother"
isn't it funny how little kids think?
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