Write something about: what's his (or her) name?
You'll see where the inspiration came from in a minute. Let me just say that I texted Kat an abbreviated version of the tale this afternoon and was left feeling like it needed to be told in all its glory.
Quiet day off around these parts. Much needed. Back at it tomorrow.
Max and I were hanging out at our favorite coffee shop this afternoon. He was having a snack, I was having an iced coffee (because it was too hot for the normal kind - go ahead and laugh at me, mom). There was a big family at the table next to us and as they were leaving the father gave us a smile and a wave.
This got Max's attention.
"What's that?" he asked as he watched them walk down the sidewalk.
"What's what?" I countered, though I was pretty sure I knew what he meant.
"That man?" I'll admit: I was buying myself some time. "He's a man." Obviously I needed more time.
"He has a name?"
"I'm sure he does."
"What's his name?"
"I don't know, sweetie." I was about to say something about him being a stranger, or me not knowing who he was because I had never seen him before in my entire life, but Max cut me off.
"His name is..."
"You're giving him a name?" I was very much caught off guard by this.
"Okay. What's his name?"
"His name is... his name is... his name is... Suss!"
"Sussssssss. Sussssss. Sussssssss. He's Sussman!"
Do not ask. I have no idea.