The following is an excerpt from a conversation I overheard last week between two old women at a Sarasota theater house:
“You have how many children?”
“Boys? I didn’t know you had all boys.”
“All of them boys.”
“I heard boys are easier. Are boys easier?”
“I thought the toughest time was when they were two years old and they made no sense. You had to watch them every second of the day. I couldn’t wait for them to be independent.”
“Well, I adored my girls.”
“I always thought you could get closer to girls. Can you get closer to girls?
“When they’re teenagers, forget it. When Emily was 15, I would have sold her to you for a nickel.”
PS. Photo by George Schon.
PPS. Yes, I jotted down this conversation word-for-word. I was covering an event at the theater, so I had my notebook with me. Then again, I always have a notebook with me.