Kid-eze

One never knows when and where the disconcerting speech of the young will occur.  Some years ago Ruth and I were at the P.O. in the Walsh-Tarlton area, obtaining a passport for Ruth.  We were in a rather long line on that day with a cute girl of Mediterranean origin, Italian or Spanish, it seemed, next in line with her mother.  Ruth's face in repose was rather foreboding, even frosty, but she turned her charm on the well dressed little charmer behind us , a 7-8 year old.  She remarked on the pretty blouse and the neat skirt , giving her the smile that would melt the world--or at least chocolate--! The prompt reply was a soft, "Thank you!"
In a moment or two, Ruth popped a sweet into her mouth. -- A habit of old standing (A" bit of sweet"  her mother would say).
 The attentive youngster immediately softly and distinctly said "Would you like to share? "
Ruth would and did! (and another memory was born).