Tuesday, February 07, 2006

Sometimes People Call Me Honey

A beautiful morning at the Guggenheim. Sketching the David Smith sculptures. Like a science fiction novel, the same cab driver who dropped us off was waiting at the entrance. He was very sweet, chatting with Lucy and giving her the receipt. When we got out of the car she told me, "Mommy, sometimes people call me honey." They sure do, and in your case it's only because you're so sweet.

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