I love commuting in the school holidays- there are less sad looking adults in suits, and more curious little people making observations of the world.
Four year old girl dressed in pink everything: Mum mum mum mumumumMUM!
Mother: Yes, what?
Girl, pointing at me incredulously: That girl has pink hair, Mum
Mother: Don’t point darling, it’s rude.
Girl: Can I have pink hair?
Mother: Not today
Girl: Well, what about next week?
Going past Royal Park/ Zoo train station
Mum: Look boys, that’s the zoo, where the giraffes live
Boy 1: Ooooh
Boy 2: Hmmph
Mum: What’s wrong with you?
Boy 2, grumpily and loudly: I’m EXASPERATED.
Me: That’s a big word for a little person to use
Boy 2: I’m NOT little. I’m FIVE.
Another commuter (to me): You’ve been told.