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When I got home from work today, I got out of my car carrying two bags of groceries and started up the walk. Halfway up, I accidentally squeezed the panic button on my keychain, making my car go ballistic (honking, lights flashing, y'know). When I got to the bottom of the stairs to our apartment, a small girl, about 4 years old ran up to me and said, "Oh, I thought you were my friend."

"Sorry," I said, and started climbing the stairs.

She pointed to the package of Freihofer's Fruit Cookies in my hand. "What are those?"

"They're cookies," I said.

"Are they chocolate chip?" she asked.

"No, they're raisins."

"They look like chocolate chip," she said, nodding. At this point, she had managed to get in front of me on the first landing. I had stopped walking. "You can go by me," she said. So I did.

Immediately she asked, "where do you live?"

"Up there," I said, pointing to the top floor, which was immediately ahead of me up the stairs.

"What is your door's..." she paused, thinking. "Phone number?" she asked.

"234," I said.

"My friend's is 232," she said, pointing to apartment 232. "No, it's four ten fifty!"

"I have to go put my groceries away now," I said.

"You went to the grocery store?" she asked.

"Yes. I got orange juice."

"I have never got orange juice," she said. I walked up the stairs, and she followed. All the way to our apartment. Sarah met me at the door.

"Hello," said the girl to Sarah. "Hi," Sarah said back. "We are going to the library."

"Is it the one that lives here?" asked the girl.

"Um, kind of," Sarah said.

I put away the groceries and then joined Sarah at the door. "Let's go downstairs now," I said. "Okay," said the girl, and led the way.

When we reached the ground level, she asked which car was ours. We have a white car, and there are about six other white cars in the parking lot next to our building. We tried to point it out, and she lost interest quickly and instead picked up a large rock that was next to the path. "I'm going to put this rock inthe middle of the path," she said, doing so. "Someone will trip over it!"

Saying goodbye to her, we got in the car. She ran up to my driver's side window and waved at us, and then watched as we pulled away.

The end.


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Jun. 24th, 2003 09:21 pm (UTC)
That is a precious story,
but why
does a little girl have a guy "friend" that is your age?
That's a little iffy.

Anyway do you think anyone *did* trip over that rock?
Jun. 25th, 2003 06:44 am (UTC)
I think she meant she thought the car's horn honking was her friend arriving. She kept looking past me at the parking lot like she expected someone to be there.

The rock was off to the side of the path again this morning. I guess someone took care of it!
Jun. 25th, 2003 09:55 am (UTC)

She sounds precious, Little girls are the cutest.
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Jun. 25th, 2003 04:33 pm (UTC)
Thanks! Also, welcome back. :)
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