So we were in Borders…
…and I’m putzing around the history section trying to figure out if I’m actually going to buy “Iron Kingdom”. This tiny black kid walks up, all bundled up cuz it’s cold out and stuff, and he starts looking at the books with me. Finally he looks up and asks me if I can reach “that book up there with the planes” for him. Once I do he grins up at me, face mostly covered by that stupid scarf/collar thing kids coats have to block the wind, and says “thanks!” and runs off to a chair to flip through it.
I NEARLY LOST MY SHIT RIGHT THEN AND THERE.
THINGS LIKE THIS MAKE ME WANT TO BREED AND THEN I REALIZE THAT I’D HAVE TO RAISE THE KID AND THEY WOULD NEVER TURN OUT THAT WAY.
AGH CAN SOMEONE RAISE ME A SWEET, POLITE, ADORABLE-AS-GILBIRD CHILD AND THEN LET ME SPOIL THE SHIT OUT THEM?