curiosity squashed the peach.

tag, you're it - mysteries of my front yard- napa, ca

wednesday, while at work, i met a six-year-old named georgia.  she was the wandering, curious daughter of a client who was busy browsing around the sale racks.  georgia was your typical,  bratty-seeming little rascal, but i'm a sucker for anyone under three feet, so i gave her the chance that any single-digit person deserves.  her interest in me was clearly reluctant--she, keeping her distance near the tweed-upholstered seats.  eventually though, her curiosity got the best of her.  our interaction went something like this:

me: "hi"

g: "hi"

me: "how's it going?"

g: "good"

me: "oh good. what's your name?"

g: "georgia.  what's your name."

me: "leah.  how old are you?"

g: "six. ::long pause::  are you getting a cold, or is that what your voice really sounds like?"

me: "this is what my voice really sounds like."

g: "oh."

me: "does my voice sound weird?"

g: "kinda."

me: "how old are you again?...oh right, you're six."

g:  how old are you?"

me: "guess."

g: "are you still in school?"

me: "nope, i'm finished with school. i'm old."

g: "fifteen?"

me: "nope."

g: "sixteen?" i shake my head no.  "seventeen." shake.  "eighteen." shake. "nineteen-twenty-twenty-one. twenty-two..."  

::she couldn't remember what came after twenty-two.::

g: "twenty-four?"

me: nod.  "good guess."  

:)

[funny to think that when i was in the sixth grade, a second-grader thought i was twenty-five.  probably because i was then as tall as her mother.]