I’m tooling home from Whole Foods behind a double stroller, the mom turtling as if she has all day.
Finally managing to pass her, I peer into the kid’s version of a limo to find two tiny Asian girls perched like kewpie dolls.
One was a bit older than the other dressed smartly alike in lavender sun suits with fat little legs stuffed into mini sneaks.
I’ll admit, all my integrity goes right out the window whenever I encounter babies or puppies, so this time was no different.
“Hi,” I say like your favorite camp counselor, “aren’t you the cutest.”
The mom preening like a peacock, a big version of her chicks, smiles, cooing for them to do the same.
Their expressions, stern and bored, are frozen in place as if they were very short models on a coffee break.
I then see, they’re both casually holding rubber pastel sunglasses, I hear are all the rage at preschool.
The ham in me arrives, whipping out my own Jackie Os, putting them on, now crouching Indian style in front of their parked limo.
Like a fashion shoot, they both slide theirs on as if someone said…ACTION, as though it were a Hallmark spot, being shot for Christmas. 
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That is too adorable for words!
Way to go, Ham!
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Always liked that name. A Waspy, nose in the air moniker of old.
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Indeed!!
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The kids have timing down. I’ll give ’em that.
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They were teeny fashionistas gettin’ a ride.
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In style.
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In style…love that. 🙂
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You always cook up a great NY dish, Thin Girl.
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It’s the closest thing to being one. A dish. 🤨
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Cheeky.
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I want a T-shirt that says Cheeky.
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I’m thinking something along the lines of an old school disco shirt with “Cheeky” emblazoned across the front.
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Yeah, with navy sleeves, white on both sides. Yeah.
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You know what I’m talking ’bout. 🙂
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I do. 🙂
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🙂
What kind of font? Just curious what you’d choose. . .
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Hmm…here thinking fonts…being from Connecticut where everything short of your private parts are monogrammed, I’ve always liked standard, traditional block letters. They don’t call it the Nutmeg State for nothin’ Mr. Imma.
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Monogrammed private parts is California.
Traditional block letters is ’70s, disco era . . . ding! ding! ding! We have a winnah!!!
I dig that name, the Nutmeg State. Very pleasant sounding.
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It’s as though a squirrel was the Mayor.
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I would go for that.
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😊
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I love seeing the world through your glasses.
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Not always rose colored, but this time for sure.
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Susannah, you are able to take a simple encounter and create an entertaining capsule! You have a way of seeing life’s moments that others miss.Thank-you for sharing your observations.
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I troll for moments like these. I love kids. They are such little lights on so many levels. Their instinct to copy me alone, was good copy. Thanks. You always write such kind things. 🙂
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Hard to out-cute that.
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Yes. They were poster kids for cuteness.
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The perfect title for this random, cute story. It’s fun to hear how you engage the little people.
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I love kids. They remind me to be happy in the moment.
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