My coffee shop is a comfortable blend of working tables, deep chairs, a couch or two, and a lovely patio for nice weather caffeination. The mix of people is similarly comfortable with students working in iPoded bliss along side self employed professionals, the unemployed looking for jobs, commuters who need a fix, office types who just want to be more comfortable for a spell, and a minimum number of parents with their hellaciously loud and annoying spawn. I normally try to sit as far away from the hollering three footers as possible.
Tonight, however, a young mother and her curly haired and dimpled daughter sat perpendicular to me. Besides my acknowledging smile* when they initially sat down, I didn’t pay them mind. Peripherally I saw the little girl coloring or whatever it is sub two year olds do with crayons while mom sipped tea. Then the little girl stood on her chair and started pointing at me and doing a modified I-have-to-go-potty dance. For a few seconds, I wondered what the hell had her attention – she’s too young to notice something stuck in my teeth; I’m sitting down so she couldn’t see if my fly was undone. What has possessed this child?
She climbed from her chair and did the barely steady walk of little humans over to my table. She touched the sticker on the back of my laptop.
“Obama” she began to chant. “Obama, Obama, I like Obama” she said.
Not even a Kenny G serenade could have stopped the mile wide smile from spreading cross my face. That’s a little more change I can believe.