from the mouth of babes (lyn)

This morning Alexander tells me that my lip looks a little better, but a few hours later he retracts his statement.

Mary pretends not to notice when I meet her for a movie (Double Hour, quite good) downtown.  I ask her if she thinks it’ll scar, and her response is, “Yes, if you keep picking at it.”

I’m walking back from the subway and a mother and her adorable three-year old are painting a kite.  The mother stops me and asks, “How do you make green?”  I respond, “Yellow with blue, I think.”  The little girl looks up at me, and I expect her to pose another question about the colors.  Instead she asks, “What’s that thing on your face?”

I think I'll stay in tomorrow.