(at restaurant with My Oldest, age 15)

(family of four gets seated next to us)

Tiny girl, maybe 3: “I don’t want to sit here.”

Mom: “What’s wrong dear?”

(tiny girl runs around table to her dad)

TG: “That big man is angry! Why does he look so angry?”

Dad: “He’s not angry, honey.”

(I wave at her and smile)

TG: (suspicious stare)

TG: “OK.”

(walks back to her seat, eyeing me warily)

Oldest: (stifling laughter, tears in eyes) “I suddenly need to text all my friends. No reason.”