A Fly on the Wall

A friend of mine was at a cafe, studying and sipping his hot beverage of choice, when he overheard a conversation that he shared in his blog.  I loved it, so I’m sharing it here.

I enjoyed being a fly on the wall as a mother sat with her two young sons, I’m guessing aged 4 and 6. The youngest was excitedly telling his mother how he’d helped his friend Jonny tie his shoe earlier and how his friend had thanked him. He was so proud and boldly stated “I’ll never forget this.” And he beamed. Oh, for the simple life.


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