a group of three mothers and six kids (five boys, one girl) get on the T. there are two empty seats on either side of me. the mom sits on one, the little girl on the other. she’s holding a rock. i stand up and offer to switch seats with the 4yo girl so she can be next to her mother. the girl shakes her head no, so i sit back down as the mother smiles her thanks.
me to girl : is that your pet rock?
her: yes. i’m going to paint it.
me: *noticing her pink shirt, pink leggings, pink socks, pink shoes.* pink?
her: yes. *waves hand over the top of the rock* spray paint. maybe stripes.
me: that sounds lovely.
her: i like pink.
her mom, noticing my pink vest and pink scarf, smiles.
me: me too! i”ve got some pink going on here.
the girl smiles at my clothes, but the smile doesn’t stick because meanwhile, the other kids, the boys from the group are sitting across from us having their own conversation.
a 5yo boy says: i’m not in love with her.
the other boys say something i don’t hear over the screeching of the train’s brakes, but it definitely riles him up because the boy says again: i do not love her. we were never getting married.
her, swinging her feet higher and higher, looks over at her mom: they’re making fun of me.
and my heart breaks a little that she, this adorable bundle of pink, is so aware at such a young age. and i can’t wait for the day that kid realizes he does want to get married and publicly declares so.
maybe even while riding the T.