The little boy that takes guitar lessons before Peter was waiting in the lobby for his mom to pick him up. She must have been running behind. The boy, who I would say is probably 7, was watching out the window for his mom, but he was also looking at me and Sarah. Sarah was doing her homework and I was bored.
I noticed the boy had his hair spiked up with hair gel and he was wearing a plaid shirt over the top of a printed t-shirt. He had on mismatched sneakers and one of his socks was a multicolored striped sock that went all the way up to his knee and the other was a shorter sock with stars on it.
"Oh! It must be crazy sock/crazy clothes/crazy hair day at your school today!" I said trying to make conversation. Because last year, we had all three of those days at our school so this didn't seem like a stretch,although I did think it was curious that they would be celebrating all of the craziness in one day.
"Nope," was his reply.
"Oh," I said laughing nervously.
Seriously, I know better than to try to talk to people out in public. I always end up regretting it. Sorry little kid, I hope I didn't hurt your feelings too bad.