Several days ago, I took the bus. Not only did I take the bus, but I took it around 4pm, just as school was letting out. Nannies holding the hands of at least five children squeezed their way onto the bus, shoving one or two onto their laps, then yelling over their shoulders every thirty seconds to make sure the others didn’t poke their eyes out.
There were two little boys who were definitely trying, sticky fingers jabbing out while the other dodged, usually knocking into the quiet blouse wearing lady sitting next to him.
My favorite was a little curly haired boy who kept trying to pickpocket everyone who stood over him. I saw him reach into two different bags and one coat pocket, while his nanny tried to check her phone. He didn’t take anything, but it wasn’t for lack of trying. One man caught him reaching into his canvas bag, and he smiled at the child as if he had been blessed. He was an endearing, like a puppy peeing on your shoe. I wonder who he’ll grow up to be.