an alternate reality

Sorry - I've been away for awhile. I am back with yet another pledge to be a more faithful blogger.

Here is a story worthy of writing:

Sunday morning I was at the Coop with Olive picking up the final supplies for our fruitcake when I ran into an old friend - someone I had not seen in a few years. Before I could introduce him to Olive, he said "Is this your kid?" He put out his hand (high 5 style) and said: "Hey Little Man, nice to meet you." Olive slapped his hand with gusto. Then he said, something like, "way to be my man." Olive looked at me, kind of cock-eyed, as if to say "Why is this guy calling me a man?" I looked back with raised eyebrows, as if to say "You say whatever you need to say."

Olive turned to my friend and said "I am not a man, I am a boy."