The big car kid

Sitting in a cafe. Laptop in front of me.

Blonde boy with glasses and a smile walks up to me. Maybe 5 years old. Fearless.
“My car is very bIG!”

I take my headphones out and smile, “What?”
“My car is very BIG! It’s like a monster truck!”
“Really!? Can you drive it?”
He smiles, “Noooooo.”
“Because you don’t have a license?”

Just then his mother walks up and grabs his hand, “Come on, honey. Let’s go.”

As she she opens the door to exit, he calls out, “What’s yooooour NAAAAAME!?”

And then he smiled again — and was gone as quickly as he came.



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