We had a Halloween party at work yesterday afternoon, with at least 90% costume participation, to which people brought their children. One little girl of about seven or eight looked at me gravely and said, "You're a boy."
"I used to be," I said.
The little girl stared wide-eyed.
"Seriously. Not anymore."
The little girl wandered off, maybe to ponder that, maybe to freak out a little.
"I used to be," I said.
The little girl stared wide-eyed.
"Seriously. Not anymore."
The little girl wandered off, maybe to ponder that, maybe to freak out a little.
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Date: 2012-11-03 03:36 pm (UTC)From:Even though I usually feel anxious and nervous around kids, I still often appreciate their communication style. Adults stare at things they don't understand and say nothing... or pretend they don't notice and then talk about them later. Kids walk right up to you and say "Why do you look like x?" to your face.