Walking down a corridor not too long ago with a bag of recyclables to dispense, in the basement of the building where I'm subletting an apartment for the summer, I see the leasing manager with his daughter ahead of me. He's a relatively young man. We'd spoken recently and I wasn't aware he had a child. She was sitting on a cart - a makeshift ride he'd been using to pull her along.
He was fumbling through some keys to open a door as I was walking towards them. In the time it took to confirm to myself it was he I was seeing and the adorable little bundle of less than two years sitting on the cart was his daughter, in her mind, she'd scoped me out as well.
"Mommy," she said as I was approaching.
The approval of children means a lot (especially to me).
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