Cold Sunday, so, playspace upstairs at Whole Foods at my old neighborhood full of stylishly multiracial toddlers dressed in $450 (I looked it up) Canada Goose vests and their hovering, overinvolved MBA mothers. Because there are no playspaces in my neighborhood, and the library closed due to the budget cuts.

Still, makes me glad I don’t live there.
Also, must I be so judgmental?
Also, are these kids who take L’s toys from his hands his future bosses? And what if I’ve got it all wrong by not getting involved in their little disputes and admiring how willingly he shares?