A conversation today in the coffee shop.
Random Man: [Looks at Poppy as she stares up at the ceiling] I think you may have a future astronomer on your hands.
Me: What? [I notice the baby's gaze upward] Oh, yeah. Maybe.
RM: [Realizes she's watching the ceiling fan spin] Or an electrician.
Me: Or a ceiling fan technician!
RM: Would you really want that for her?
Me: Sure, if she’s happy. Why not?
RM: I don’t think so.
Me: No really, I just want her to do whatever makes her happy. As long as it pays her bills. I don’t want to pay her bills.
RM: [eyes me suspiciously]
Me: And as long as it’s legal. Obviously.
The man then noticed that Poppy was looking at him and started to speak to her in Hebrew. She stared at him in amazement the entire time, refusing to take her eyes from his face. He kept talking and talking, pointing at the fan and smiling at her. Then he turned back to me.
RM: Maybe she’ll be a rabbi.
Me: Um… huh?
RM: A rabbi. Maybe she’ll be a rabbi. You never know.
Me: That would be really odd.
RM: Why?
Me: Because we’re not Jewish.
RM: Stranger things have happened. And she IS from Brooklyn.
