Tonight, as I was sitting in my corner of the library working on a patho for one of my lovely clinicals, a wee little man with blonde hair and strikingly blue eyes plopped his little bottom down in front of the computer which stood vacant on my left.

I confess I didn’t really pay him much heed. Just smiled absently, and nodded, and kept on typing furiously. I had my headphones in, and was listening to a couple of songs that really make me think…so I think I may have lapsed a little, and begun staring very hard at the wall of the cubicle in front of me, or in some other way indicated that my mind had taken a brief vacation.
My reverie was interrupted by a little masculine voice:

“Excuse me,” it said.

I looked to my left, and found myself staring rather startledly into a pair of very blue eyes.

“Yes?”

“Am I invisible?”

I wasn’t sure what to make of this question. Was he feeling ignored? Unloved? Pretending to be a superhero with special powers? Was I supposed to play along? I was suddenly at a loss. So I grinned, and shrugged.

“Well, were you hoping?”

He grinned back, and nodded.

“Yeah. For Friday night.”

Oh please. Has it come to THIS? Are we so desperate we now hit on random chicks in the library?!

I just laughed. And then he suddenly turned bright red, and dropped his eyes, and mumbled something to himself about that being a super cheesy pickup line. And I thought to myself, yes. My sentiments precisely. Maybe you should…listen to the little voices inside of your head before you venture to speak in real time...it might be safer for you, little friend.

Some people’s children make me laugh. Others of them make me want to poke them in the face and then laugh…all in the spirit of Christian love, of course. *sigh*