Marco … Momo ….

Overheard while walking through my neighborhood on this bright, clear winter day; a blissful, singsong conversation between a small, pig-tailed girl in a bike basket and her young, giddy mother as they rode down the street. Mama-san: Momo! Momo: Naniiiiiiiii? Mama-san: Momo-chan! Momo: Naniiiiiii? Mama-san: Momo! Momo: Naniiiiiiii? And the happy pair continued to chant, […]