I keep forgetting things I want to write in this thing. Usually I forget and remember them about 4 times before they actually make it down here. And writing them down really doesn't help. I have so many scraps of paper floating about my car, it feels like a ticker tape parade. God knows where the match book with tons of vital info went. Oh, what a pit.
What was I going to say?
I kind of like my job of just standing in the store, playing with puppets. It only is a little tedious when there is no one around to amuse, or sell a puppet to. I am starting to actually (gasp!) like the kids. And no, I can hear what you're thinking. "That's the first step, Beth, next thing you know, you'll be wanting one of your very own." Bite your tongue.
They are cute, for the two seconds or so that I interact with them. I saw one today that got the most terrified expression on her face, and started clawing at her mom's arm when she sat a little too close for comfort to the crocodile. I smell a complex coming on. And there was one little three year old that started skanking, I kid you not, to "Under Pressure". It was great. And there are the multitudes of adorable smiles, and dried eyes that the little monkey baby wins. That is the greatest tool ever - every photographer should have one.
Anyway, I wasn't going to rhapsodise on kids, but I forgot what I really wanted to say...
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