At The Café (IV)

little bumbling
barely-can-walk boy:
(to his mother,
while noticing me
almost causing him
to fall over)
“bleesmop”

mother:
“that’s right, that’s a teapot”

sister, perhaps a year older, wearing
her seasonal striped tights squints
forms an opinion
waits for her brother
and then ambles on

mom needed coffee

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