|~ Being Klingon
I was standing on a line in the bank close to Jamaica Plain's Stop'n Shop. In front of me stood a young mother with her little daughter. She was playing around her mother, checking all the desks in the lobby and found a plateful of candies. She took the candies and went back to cling to her mother. I smiled, looking at her.
She looked back at me, astonished. I smiled harder, trying to make as funny faces as possible. I like it when kids like me. But no matter how funny my face was, this girl just looked at me with unchanging expression.
Finally she tugged her mother's jeans, pointed her index finger to me, and asked, "Mommy, mommy, what is that?"
I'm still trying hard to convince myself that she was referring to my glasses.