While waiting in my car for my teenagers bell to ring, my little niece started up a conversation with another pig-tailed girl in the car behind us. Apparently all that is needed to make a new best friend is the knowledge of how old the party is and how many teeth they have lost. The conversation started with a "Mimi, can I roll down the window?" and then quickly progressed to " I have a new best friend!" The first signs of communication were a quick wave and then a duck from my back seat, and then a similar silent reply echoed from the long red car. After a copy cat game of sticking your head out the window and giggling, the two girls began using words instead of actions (although there was a healthy heaping of laughter mixed in between the words). They talked of Hannah Montana and I discovered that even though they both had never watched the TV show they both LOVED it. The exchange of words rapidly touched every subject a 1st grader would know about and ended on a high note: Furberries and how the pink one smelled way better then the blue.
The innocent and honest way they spoke touched me and I wished it could be that simple once again.