I’m writing in a Starbucks. There’s a little boy sitting on his Mom’s lap. He is maybe two, maybe. It reminds me of my two sons at that age. Everyone who walks in sits down and smiles when they see him bounce on his Mom’s lap, dance to the music, and try his hardest to make a straw work. His facial are amazing. Everyone can see his face, but his Mom. She’s getting the back of his head-which I’m sure is also spectacular, but…
She should turn him around and see what we see.
So… occassionally you should get a different view, or you’ll miss out.
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