shrikedyke

So my family and I are driving home from Iowa (where we went to see the cousins and all). We stop at a fast food place in Nowhere Interesting, Missouri because I've got to pee something wicked.

I go in to one of the two stalls, and I hear a little girl's voice from the other stall say "hello." I'n not sure she's talking to me, so I don't answer... Pretty soon, she says "What's your name?" I say, "Uh, I'm Leslie. What's your name?"
"Ericka"
"I know an Erika. Um.. So.. (awkward silence) You spell it with a C or a K?"
"I spell it with a both."
"Oh. My friend spells hers with a K."
"My aunt always spells it wrong."
"Oh?"
"Yeah. Just with a C."
"Ah. Well you should tell her to get it right or hit the road."
"(Giggle) No!"

So after a moment, we come out and wash our hands. She's about three or four with bright red hair and freckles. Just too cute. I tell her it was nice to meet her and then I leave.

I wonder if she always talks to people while she pees.