Buffet Line

I live right across the street from a busy daycare center, so every morning when I leave my apartment I am witness to countless children frolicking on the playground. At this point in my life, that's like handing a syringe to a reformed junkie under the pretense that it's just one itsy bitsy little hit. I spied my itsy bitsy little hit early this week when he yelled out to me as I was walking towards the bus stop. He's about two or three, has chubby cheeks, and a head full of fluffy red curls. He could totally be Sean's kid (and mine by extension) so it wouldn't be suspicious at all if Sean and I were seen taking him to the park, buying him wee shoes, teaching him to read, and putting him on the bus to kindergarten. Oh, that kid's totally getting plucked off the swing set next week.