Sunday, February 24, 2008

Mistaken identity

I just picked up The Kid from his dad, who was outside parking a car when I showed up. We faced each other as we paralleled into our respective spots, and I took advantage of the opportunity to gesture wildly, stick out my tongue, and make other childish faces. The Ex was more hesitant than usual to join in on the antics, and instead sat in his car peering at me quizzically. And that's when I realized he wasn't my ex-husband.

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