We were sitting in MacDonald's eating ice cream (yes, macdonald's, are you shocked? well we go for ice cream okay? i love their cones and so does esme. we are not ashamed.) Anyway... A very old man walked by us very slowly with his walker squeaking along the tile floor. Esmé watched him for a second and then pointed and declared, "Mommy, that man is going to die soon!"
My heart was in my throat. But the man kept walking slowly along, maybe too deaf to hear, or maybe crying a little inside. We will never know.
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