Just in case you didn't notice all of the minorities in the room were at your table.
It may have been an attempt at a compliment. Or the result of horror. Either way we tried our best to live up to their low expectations by asking what the stabby thing on the table was for. Apparently, not for twirling hair like Ariel taught me.
In other news, you know it's a good day when the bloodied man drinking hooch on the train informs a younger man that because he's older he could still kill the man with his bare hands. And it's not the strangest thing you've heard all day. My son officially thinks Bostonians are unstable.
In more other news, you may have noticed that I mentioned my son. I have one of those now. A grown* one. I got him by accident. Like when you go to the store for milk but come home with a human. A few weeks ago I went to my internship and came home with a people. Now I'm a mom. I think I'm good at it. I let him have cookies for breakfast the first day. I have since been informed that this is an inappropriate breakfast food. I was unaware.
*He's actually quite small. However, legally speaking he is his own adult person.
I know that when you think of Melissa Pace you instantly think
Don't worry faithful readers who put up with my month-long disappearances, this will not become a parenting blog. One would have to know something about parenting for that. To prove it, I will now show you the sexiest picture of myself that I could find:
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