July 6, 2010. Afternoon.

Working in the coffee shop. There is a little boy here younger than my kids will ever be again with his pacifier and his small shoes and big cheeks, sitting with his grandfather (who happens to be an ex-Hippyish duuude with a long beard). They are enjoying each other's company. Being a grandparent is my only hope for always having little kids around, forever. If my children don't reproduce some day I swear I will kill them.