Might You Play in Traffic Now?
Hello there my little childrens. Where might you be going on a random day like this? And wherever you are going, why are you all dressed up?
Could it be the swankiness of Hotel Marlowe? Or the Bar Mitzvah? Either way, you sure seem proud and happy – way more that I did at that age (or this one) when dressed in a monkey suit.
Might you do me a favor? Might you not disturb my martini as you run by, chasing each other in that foolish pre-teen way? I have a drink here, a precious escape from my pressure day, and I need not you to spill it.
Ah, I know, take yourself on a Duck Tour!
