My daughter rode home with me tonight after spending 4 days with my parents in Toronto's west-end.
She attempted at one point to engage a woman wearing zebra-striped ear muffs into a conversation about said ear muffs which resulted in said woman attempting to ignore my daughter which resulted in my daughter saying, "Excuse me, I'm talking to you." This was met with me telling her that some people don't want to talk to anyone on the train which was met with a "Why???"
God, I wish my kid could read at a grade 12 level. Then I could show her that wonderful WikiHow.com article I found months ago entitled, 'How to Avoid Conversation on Public Transportation'.
At one point, when boredom set in (I knew once she started pole-dancing, it was time to distract her. You never want to watch your daughter, at any age, pole-dance), I asked my daughter to tell me what she thought the signs on the train meant.
Her answers were interesting, especially since her "sight words" are limited to: the, of, and, any, who, why, you, me, or, this, that, cat, sit, to, hi, bye ... etc., mostly three letter words, so kudos to the artists.
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