So last night, Arthur and I made a late-night Cafe du Monde run, and while half the place was taken up by Presbyterian teenagers on a mission trip, the other half had its fair share of characters. Most notable was the crew that sat at the table next to ours, a father with his four young kids. None of them could have been older than nine, and they were all dressed up. While I was busy wondering where they must have spent their evening, the dad got up from the table. As he walked away, the kids began chatting...yes, chatting. The most adult-like small talk ensued, and I watched these kids in awe as two of the sisters were chatting animatedly while the other wiped the face of the brother as he unbuttoned the top button of his shirt under his man-boy sweater vest. All I could think were how mature and strange these children were. This from the girl who is used to kids peeing on her while shoving their fingers up their noses and talking about video games. I was amazed at these mini adults.
Of course, what were Arthur and I doing this whole time? Eavesdropping on the Presbyterians and throwing spit balls at each other. Yeah.
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awwwwhhh, sarah! I want to make a late-night Cafe du Monde run with you!!! that sounds like so much more fun than anything i've been doing around here these days! give me a couple of weeks and i'm there, baby! ...provided you still WANT me to come, of course! ;) talk to you soon.
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