Yesterday, my husband and I had dinner out. As we perused the menu, we took in the evening’s entertainment, which was provided by two child-sized diners.
A little girl, about 3, in overalls, and her 5-year-old brother were careening in reckless circles from the dining room, through the bar and back again.
During the fourth lap, a booming male voice demanded attention. “No more running!” he shouted. “If I catch you running in here again, you’re in big trouble.”
The older kiddo grasped the spirit of the warning and slunk back to his seat. About a minute later, though, the little girl came speeding around the corner into our section of the dining room again… skipping this time.
This appeals to me both as pediatrician regarding development of literal and figurative understanding, and as a writer in love with the power of precise words.
You go, girl.