Little Kids....

Two little kids on the metro stories:

First, on the way to work, a small child kept climbing on and off the seat and slightly hitting my leg as he'd go. I was trying to ignore it and read the paper, but his mom noticed and starts telling him to sit still and "not kick the lady" (a name for me, by the way, that I find particularly unsettling) or she would withhold the coveted apple juice box. So he did sit. But as he sat, he started bounching his little leg over to the left, kick kick kicking my leg. It didn't hurt, seeing as his foot was maybe the size of a clementine, but it was just funny to watch as the maternal power tactics completely backfired.

Then, on the way home from work, a woman and her friend and their collective broods were gathered around me on both sides as I was standing. The friend had the other woman's baby in a stroller. Two things happened. The first was that the woman laughed and told her friend that whenever the "lady's" skirt would move with a bounce of the train, the baby would try to catch a glimpse of its mother, and she kept trying to dodge its gaze--a little heartless, I thought. Then the baby was, I guess, acting up, although it wasn't bothering me at all (and that's saying something, cause I hate babies) and the girl turns the stroller around, looks it in the face, and is like "BRING IT." And it was hilarious.