The children of strangers usually annoy me more often than make me laugh, but today twice proved an exception. The first occurred as I stood patiently in line, awaiting my turn, un niño worked his way from the back of the line, up to the front, past me, past the gentlemen in front of me, and then stood just behind the person finishing up their transaction at the counter. At first I assumed he belonged to that person, but when the customer left and the kid put his book up on the counter, over which he could not see, and then handed the cashier money, the guy in front of me turned around and we both chuckled. If an adult had broken in line that way, I suppose I would have been a bit upset, but I was mollified by the obvious fact that he likes to read, and that's a good thing.

Only a few minutes later, another kid made me smile. When the weather began getting nice a couple of days ago, I took the top and doors off of the Jeep. As I sat waiting for a traffic light to turn green, a white sedan pulled up beside me. A kid's voice said, Mommy look! He has no doors. I glanced over at him as he sat strapped into his carseat, pointing out his half-opened window at me. I smiled and then returned my attention to the road.

If only kids didn't poop and vomit and require constant attention, maybe they wouldn't be so bad. Or if gestation took 16 years...