We were out doing errands. Small stuff: air up a soft tire, the cheap thrill of the rock & roll carwash, a soft pretzel and Gatorade from QT. Then a hour in the sunshine. He hung back from the playground. Only half the handful of kids wore masks. He took refuge in art.
I was getting alerts on my phone about the riots in DC. When we got home, I put on the TV.
"Nana, is this a movie?"
I did my best to explain. He was scandalized.
"I thought Warnoff and Ossock won and it was over! I'm so sick of politicals.
Us too, kiddo.
2 comments:
oh Charlie ... may your generation take the best our generation has to offer and make of it something far better
Deb~ Liz couldn't have said it better! Out of the mouths of babes.
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