I have to write about this.

It's simple and not-so-important. But it intrigues me and I do love a nice intrigue. I'm sitting in this Starbucks, doing homework, like a good PSU student. It's earlyish, and there are multiple families out this morning, having a walk, and infusing their children with delicious warm chocolate beverages. One family in particular, a father-daughter pair, has sat down at my eleven o'clock, He with his paper, her with her chocolate milk. As he reads, she sips on her milk, and boredom sets in. She exclaims, "Look Daddy! Look! It's funny!" as she blows bubbles and does things all 3-year old little girls do, like promptly overflowing her milk and needing napkins. The father, is... consumed in his paper. She's spilling more milk, and laughing and he then realizes that a fat stack of napkins will soon enter their morning routine. He explains where they are, and tells her to get them. She of course wanders around and claims to be unable to find them. He obliges after two minutes of this, and gets them for her. The scene continues with her,vying for his attention in numerous ways, only to admit defeat, and lay her head on his arm as he reads the paper, which was an incredibly sweet and endearing picture. And I'm sure that he loves her, but... he's consumed, by other things, and continues to offer distractions instead of his so-sought after presence. By now, she's playing with his Iphone, as he types, mumbling the occasional "mmm-hmmm, yes honey" but all the while never even looking up. I know it's spiteful... but I kind of hope she drops it.