We went to the beach yesterday, and while my kids were playing with some friends they made, I found myself in a game of football with a little girl who wandered by. She was maybe two years old, with blue eyes so pure they made Paul Newman look like a rheumy old man (well yes, of course he is now, I mean in his heyday.)
She spoke very fast, and after a while of not understanding a word I decided that she was probably speaking French. And the thing is that she was so sweet, and her eyes so very hypnotic, that I got embarrassed for not understanding. Eighteen times older than her and she could stare me down without effort. I dread to think what she’ll do to guys when she’s nine times as old as she is now.
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What an awesome vignette. Sadly, though, she’ll probably learn to not stare people down by then.