This has to be fast, so excuse the typos and unfinished thoughts. Maybe I'll come back later and revise. Maybe I'll just leave it raw.
When Steve and I were in Baltimore, we were sitting on a bench near the Baltimore Visitor's Center at the Inner Harbor. It was dark, and we were people watching. A little girl and her dad were walking by.
"Daddy, look at the cantaloupes. Let's go sit on them!"
"The cantaloupes are for looking, not for sitting."
I have no idea what kind of day that dad had had. He was probably really tired from all his tourism, and I'm guessing they were headed to a hotel.
I was frustrated with that dad. I wanted him to let his daughter sit on the cantaloupes. Just for a moment.
I wanted to know who decided the cantaloupes were just for looking.
The next morning, Steve and I went for a walk.
I sat on a cantaloupe.
I wonder what rules I have inflicted on my kids. I wonder if I have prevented some cantaloupe sitting.
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