Pretty in the face.

31 Jan

I went for a walk today, and about halfway through sat down on a bench in a park to take a break. Two little black boys, about 9 years old,  walked up and sat on the bench beside me. There were other benches around, all empty, but for some reason they sat with me…I always seem to have this affect on kids and animals…it is like they are drawn to me (maybe it is because I’m fat and round and remind them of Santa…or maybe I look nice…or like a sucker…who knows).

Me: “What’s up fellas?”

Boy sitting closest to me: “My mom made us come here with her to walk and exercise. She is real fat, but pretty in the face. After this, she’s taking us to Whole Foods to by organ food.”

Me: “Killer.”