A Little Caboose

Posted on January 23, 2020 by

I should just switch my site to a train travelogue since, once again, I have a tender tale to share.

I’m on the N Train, the Broadway local into Queens, when, as I make my way to the stairs to exit, come upon a young mom and her little girl that’s no more than 2.

The kid is screaming because she doesn’t want to be held, preferring to walk on her own. The mother, all of 20, looks Polish to me with a round, doughy face that tries her best to calm her child, who’s having none of it.

I say as I tool by, “She’s already so independent, and oh so cute.” The kid, all female, stops wailing, basking in the compliment, before going back to her version of Twist and Shout.

Finally, her mother gives up, putting her down while those crocodile tears shut down like a sprinkler.

She then, expertly grabs the railing proceeding to walk.

I offer to take their stroller down, but Mom says a polite no thanks, as we both watch how each step takes 5 minutes since, the tiny diva thinks nothing of resting after each one.

You couldn’t help but to smile, this wee bossy bundle in pink who knows perfectly well she’s gotten her way, now giggling her spoiled half-pint head off.

It’s like watching a YouTube video, just LIVE.

By the time she reaches the bottom of the stairway, a crowd has gathered.

As she makes it to the landing, we all clap, our parental slips, all showing.

Just goes to show you, women, big or small, will always tell you, who’s boss, and don’t you dare forget it.    🙂

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About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Amazon.com. Thanks.
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23 Responses to A Little Caboose

  1. skinnyuz2b says:
    January 23, 2020 at 6:28 am

    Susannah, two year olds are notorious for their independence. My two and a half year old grand-daughter wants to do EVERYTHING herself and has plenty of attitude to boot. She insisted I unzip the coat I just zipped so she could zip it up herself.
    I love that your fellow travelers gave an ovation when the diva’s mission was accomplished.

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  2. Vasca says:
    January 23, 2020 at 7:46 am

    Love this tiny diva. Our clan is heavy on the boy side (4 sons,, 8 grandsons, 2 grand-daughters (100% sassy divas) 2 great-grandsons and 1 very sassy and independent great-grandgirl who is 4 going on 21. Ellie carries her own container full of crocodile tears – set on ready!!! Clapping please (delights all little divas). You and the crowd added such a great ovation for that sweetie. Thanks for the happy dance.

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  3. aFrankAngle says:
    January 23, 2020 at 7:56 am

    What a pleasant surprise because I had no hint of how this tale would end. A good feeling for my morning.

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  4. Sorryless says:
    January 23, 2020 at 10:47 am

    I can picture it, this little lady clumsily tap dancing her way along with an enrapt audience.

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  5. Dale says:
    January 23, 2020 at 11:16 am

    You could not pay me to go back to that time. No, wait. No. Definitely not. Mind you, I had boys but guess what? “They can do it themselves” too… And boy, do they love an audience…
    Adorable share, Susannah. I love these.

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  6. Gavin & Wyatt says:
    January 23, 2020 at 12:40 pm

    She may grow up to be a politician.

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  7. Clever Girl says:
    January 23, 2020 at 3:31 pm

    I’ve forgotten my Boss Lady role. I’m putting on a damn pink tutu and making my presence known!

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  8. Patricia says:
    January 23, 2020 at 6:05 pm

    I wasn’t a diva until I was a teenager. I wouldn’t dare incur the wrath of parents when I was a little girl. Around twelve I came into my own and became the real me…sorta. Some kids just know how to rule the world right from their first cry.

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    • Susannah Bianchi says:
      January 24, 2020 at 4:47 am

      Yes, that seems to be the case. I was like a scared cat. Of course if you had a mother like mine you’d be scared to, however, I’m not sure I’d even want to be a diva since, they can be the ultimate pill. A thin girl’s 2 cents.

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  9. Eilene Lyon says:
    January 23, 2020 at 7:02 pm

    You ever submit any of these adorable tales to the NYT metropolitan diaries column?

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  10. kindredspirit23 says:
    January 25, 2020 at 2:17 pm

    Most of your posts are, at least, newspaper worthy.
    Did have a question to which, I believe, I know the answer. Your comment about “we all clap, our parental slips, all showing.” You don’t have a child, do you? Just curious. Tell me to keep to myself if need be.

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