Nothing more fun than a train ride to see Dad and the big buildings for lunch. We met at Ogilvie station for their famous French Market. In the peak of lunch rush hour we managed to smear drool-soaked ham and cheese crepe all over the ground. Jerry and I mopped up spilled milk while Ella sobbed over a sugar cookie and Vivian swept up the floor with her torso. Usually when I'm at work and I see parents with their children I long for my own. A love-sick pang. But today, instead of that burning jealousy that working parents often feel, I could almost hear the quiet sighs of content from our fellow diners..."thank god mine are at daycare".
p.s. Deepest apologies to the man sitting behind us on the train. At least I managed to extract his ticket from Vivian's mouth...it was only partially ingested.
p.p.s. Note: Jerry's expression is not that of utter defeat. He titles this look "Quiet Admiration".
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