Connections

Sometimes I wonder about connections . . . the ones we notice, the ones we don’t, and the ones we think we notice, but aren’t really there.

For instance, the other day I took L. out to buy him a cookie (and to give his mother a chance for some quiet in the process). On our way we saw a puppy, stopped to chat with puppy and owner, then made our way to the shop. When we got there though, L. didn’t want a cookie anymore, he wanted a muffin. It was all the same to me, so I got him a muffin and we just hung out for a while. It was only well after we’d gotten home again that I suddenly remembered the puppy’s name.

It was Muffin.

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