Yesterday in the market I saw the most hilarious thing. I watch two boys, about 10 and 11, in matching, man sized, canary yellow, fleece zip-up sweaters that hung to their knees, struggling to remove a miniature plunger head from the smaller boys cheek. They must have been playing when they stuck it to him, and seemed quiet panicked that they could not get it off. I laughed as I watched them from a distance, the smaller boy chattering in a high voice, the bigger one trying to seem calm as he worked the edge desperately with his fingers. I would have helped if I had have thought it wouldn't embarrass the boys. (For those of you who are tender hearted, don't worry, they got the plunger off the little boys cheek.) The lesson, I think,
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