Two pint-sized girls, not older than six each, with brown skin, green eyes and burnt curly hair, sit on wooden stools in the Zippy's at Sears Ala Moana.
With a hard push from her tiny leg, one girl swivels, and her seat makes a deafening, "SQUEEEEAAAK!"
"I bet you mines is lounder than yours," she says to the other.
And then the duet.
At 3 in the afternoon and having recovered from the flu, I cringe at the sound. I don't value the "squeak!" as they do. But who am I to tell them what they should or should not value.
Posted by ruth at April 02, 2003 04:23 PM