September 9, 2010

Unaware of our Surroundings

Lil Sippy Cup and I had to go into the city yesterday.

As per the Peace Accord of 2009, Lil Sippy Cup is allowed to bring one or two toys with him whenever we go outside.

Yesterday, he chose to bring 3 small, high-bounce, rubber balls (he always gets them from the vending machine at the supermarket).  They combine three of his favorite things in life: bright colors, high velocity, and extreme possibilities of violence.

While we were standing on a busy street corner in Midtown Manhattan, we had the following conversation:

Lil Sippy Cup: "Hey Dad?"

Me: "Yeah?"

Lil Sippy Cup: "Can I take my balls out of my pocket?"

Me: "No, not now.  If you take them out now you're going to lose them."

Lil Sippy Cup: "Please?  They're stuck in my pocket.  I want to take the balls out."

Me: "I said no.  If you take them out you will end up losing one and I don't feel like chasing after it."

Lil Sippy Cup: "Pleeeease?  I'll hold onto them really tight.  I promise.  I'll hold my balls really tight so that I don't lose them."

It was only at this point that I realized all the other pedestrians were paying attention to our conversation.

And it was also at this point that I really wished Lil Sippy Cup had brought along another, less suggestive, toy.

1 comment:

Varinia said...

I'm at my school library where you can quite literally hear a flea sneeze and I just laughed SO DAMN HARD people looked at me funny.... Oh Jesus!