Tuesday, March 9, 2010

Even if you give a Mărţişor...

A conversation between myself, and a 2nd grade kid from my village:
Me: "Hey what's up?"
Him: "Nothing."
Me: (While pointing to a Mărţişor pinned to his jacket) "Nothing? Who gave you that?"
Him: While smiling, "A girl."
Me: "A pretty girl?"
Him: Big pause, thinking, shrugging, "...She works..."