Unicorn Shoes

In the Orthodontist waiting room yesterday, I met the most gregarious little girl who shared her current worry with me as she crossed the room to find the toy corner. This little waif could not have been more than 4 or 5, but she was chatty, chatty. I am sure that she has never met a stranger. I can only imagine what she will be like at 25, hopefully taking the world by storm with confidence and grace.

So, she skips in front of me, tells me her name, and her problem.