At 6:30 AM, I got on the metro.  Summer heat always slows me down, and enduring the taxing commute is very difficult.  I was sitting half asleep thinking about my day.  When I got to the next metro stop, a mom with a stroller entered.  I noticed that she communicated in sign language with her son, and even though he was about three years old, he signed back to her efficiently.  I was amazed to see them communicate so effortlessly together.  The mom had a very nice demeanor. She smiled and seemed very loving towards her son.  As we continued the ride, the attentive mom decided to give the boy a bottle of milk.  Every time the boy put the bottle to his mouth, the milk would spill.  The first time he attempted to drink his milk, it gushed out all over him.  The mom frantically tried to dry his mouth, face, throat and shirt collar.  The second time the boy tried to sip his milk; it splashed all over his face and neck.  The mom took the bottle and unscrewed the top, realizing that a major piece from the cap was missing.  The missing piece controlled the outpour of the bottle.  So, she looked over to me and said “he is a boob.” I realized that she was implying that her husband had not setup the bottle properly.  We both laughed out loud.  I was amazed that she was able to communicate with me and how well she accepted the incident. 

Sometimes all we need is a little sense of humor to make our experiences more tolerable.