Olivia’s Moms

This morning I dropped Dawn off at the Oak Lawn Methodist Church where Resounding Harmony was going to sing. Olivia and I went on to La Madeleine for breakfast.

Had a great time. We talked and talked. Played with a cute little baby boy some other customers had.

Then a 50-something man dressed in understated but obviously pricey clothes and his daughter, probably 15, sat nearby. Both of them reeked of Highland Park snobby money (HP is an uber-wealthy and snotty town inside Dallas).

They sat through the entire meal elegantly eating their breakfast and staring over each others shoulders and did not ever exchange one word or glance.

O and I continued to talk and enjoy each others company. At one point I caught Miss Young FancyPants look over with a quite mature little longing at our fun.

I don’t get people who have kids and don’t want them. I have too many friends who desperately wanted kids. It made me incredibly sad, and grateful for my little OG.

So, we’re sitting there eating breakfast, and Olivia pauses for a second, and then says, “you know… bees pollinate.  Bees pollinate flowers and make things grow.”

We gazed at each other in amazement. Wow. She’s brilliant. Amazing child!

We return to our cereal.  There’s a bit of a pause, and then Olivia says, “you know… cheerios pollinate.”

Oh.