The transcript of a conversation between my friend and colleague Kelly B. was emailed to me the day after I ran into Kelly, her husband and their two-year old son Blake. We tooled along West Portal while I pushed Blake in his toy motorcycle. Apparently, I've made (and have made for awhile now) quite an impression on the young lad.
"i wanna see ernie"
"you wanna see ernie?"
"yeah, ernie push it"
"ernie pushed your motorcycle?"
"yeah. ernie shorts on!"