Christian #3

I got to sit next to Christian in the convi yesterday. His sister, looking a little less severe with her hair down and flowing, stood outside the van as it filled, scowling. The sun glinted off her braces. She and Christian were both eating popsicles, and when hers fell off the stick onto the ground she made Christian give her some of his, then made him give her money for another one. I saw her soft side when the driver ordered him to get in the backseat with three giant men. She stuck up for little bro, whiningly insisting, "No, he doesn't want to sit back there. My brother isn't skinny. He can't fit" (he totally could have, but whatever, it was sweet). The van took off and she waved us off. Christian and his tiny friend sat in one seat next to me, and somehow played with a top on the floor, even when there were probably only six inches of space to work with. This was the fullest convi I've been in yet. People were literally spooning, standing up in the area next to the door. Christian used my right thigh as a brace for his top-playing, pressing very firmly against it as if it were a seat cushion or his older sister standing in his way in the hall. I'm sure he knew it was a leg, but he didn't care. "Bajabajabajabaja!" I love that kid.