I saw a child with a white winter coat today. Soak that in for a second. Maybe you can guess what Im about to say.
A CHILD WITH A WHITE COAT! What?! I know that when I have children I will dress them in brown because they fall, and drool, and are strangely drawn to mud. Also, this child lives in New York where the standing water in the street looks like concrete due to color similarities. Plus, I know that I, at 24, am not responsible enough to wear white, I think I remember staining the last white shirt I wore with cheese.
Maybe the real problem isn't that this kid was wearing white, maybe this is just a sign (cheese shirt) that Im not ready for kids, which I obviously already knew, nor am I interested at this point. But it was a just a little reminder to not reproduce. Except I do have to say the best conversation I had this morning was in the elevator of my apartment complex with a 3 year old.
Me: Do you want to press the button?
Me: Are you going to school?
Boy:Yes, And I can run really fast.
And that was it.