Today, I played with one of my little four-year-old clients in the back gym at work. We busily drilled plastic screws in and out of a PLAYSKOOL workbench. We were the only ones in the room.
Then, a lady walked in and out of the room. She left the door ajar and noise filtered in from the hallway. I asked my little client if he could shut the door so that we could continue to play and talk in a quiet atmosphere. He jumped up and excitedly said, "Yes, but please save my seat!"
I looked around the empty room and smiled. "No problem!" I yelled.
Buddies. That's what I'd call us. Buddies.
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I'm a young professional with relatively new jobs, a not-so-new newlywed, and a transplant to New York City. If you've ever been married, moved to New York City, or can faintly recall either - then maybe this blog will resurface a few nostalgic memories.
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