Kids

Another day, another sewage backup downstairs.  This time the crazy tenant who caused it had to call it in, so she couldn’t go ballistic at E for no reason.  We just watch and wait from the safety of our window lookout.

Meanwhile, her cute little four-year-old girl ran upstairs and right into our apartment to have a look around.  No hesitation there!  She gazed in wonder at “how beautiful it is”!  (Which is ironic, because it’s pretty humble and sparse with everything in boxes, but at least it’s clean and neat.)  “You have a clock!!”   “So that’s the bed you sleep in!”  (Busted!)  “You have skeletons!”  “You have a nose earring!”  I was happy to indulge her, but nervously encouraged her back out, in case her mother came along and had a fit.  I heard the little girl exclaiming, “They even have an exercise machine!”  So far no repercussions.

It’s sad when “grownups” poison their children with hate, fear, and dysfunction, but kids are indeed resilient.  They’re so honest and matter-of-fact, without ulterior motives or preconceived ideas.  I just hope for their sake they continue to take things at face value, not twisted by their parents’ issues.  I hope we can play a tiny part in that, by modeling acceptance and stability when possible.

When the coast was clear, I mowed.  Note the second Mystery Melon.

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