I hear things when I eat.
At restaurants I
eavesdrop study human nature by listening to the people around me.
At home, human nature is shoved in my face as Laylee talks and talks her way through each meal. I love it… most of the time.
A couple of days ago, we were eating lunch at Enchilada Town when I heard the teenaged girl in the next booth order her drink. “I’d like a pink lemonade please — non-alcoholic.” Wuss. She must not have had a fake ID. How embarrassing to have to order non-alcoholic lemonade.
Today at lunch, Laylee started the conversation by asking me, “Can you please be exactly like Isabellov’s mom?”
Me: What does she do that’s so special?
Laylee: I don’t know. You just do it, okay?
A couple of bites later, she asked me, “Why are you not as pretty as me?”
I don’t know. Why don’t you ask Isabellov’s mom?