"Man, kids are so much easier," she said sotto voce as we passed each other, and I have the feeling we both continued on walking with conspiratorial snickering grins on our faces.
Later, in the checkout line at the market, I watched a hyperactive three-year-old bouncing up and down in a shopping cart. He was trying to sing the ABC song, and made several very loud attempts. When he finally got to Z and it was apparent he would receive no artistic accolades for his meritorious efforts, he threw a package of bratwurst at his mom, catching her right in the solar plexus. Some Very Pointed Admonishment ensued.
"Should've just gotten a dog," the man standing behind me observed quietly.
It's those little moments in life that really make a day great.
