Sitting on the train, later than
I'd like to
be because Pearl started her 1/2 hour shower a
minute before my alarm rang. A woman gets on
with two little boys, bright and ready for school.
Are we going to transfer today,
Mommy?
Mom, how does the writing get on the
walls in the tunnel, if it's not at the station?
Mom, did you give me two snacks today?
They settle in, one on either side of me,
Mom standing. The younger one is rummaging through his
lunchbox, squirming, alert; the older one is on his knees,
looking out the window.
Mommy, we're
on the 4 Train, right?
What's that say, Mom?
The little guy to my right peers down at my
shoes:
I think those are Skechers, right?
I grin, nod.
Hey, Mommy! This lady's
wearing skechers, just like me!
The train rocks.
I blush.
The boy bounces
in his seat, singing
Coney Island, Johnny
Jyland, Boney Byland
God, I love kids.