It's never easy to watch the "custody of kids" exchange. Last night, two playful young boys were reading Diary of a Wimpy Kid books and laughing with their mom. She was a fit woman - not the body builder type, more like the Linda Hamilton in Terminator II type. She had a tattoo that wrapped around the small of her back, some major league dreadlocks, and an easy smile with her boys. They were at the shop for a good ten minutes, but she kept looking out the window as she sat in the way that hoops coaches do when they are on the bench - elbows on the knees, leaning forward, eyes attentive. Then, one of the boys walked toward her, turned around to look out the window, and leaned back into her.
"Oh look," she pointed out the window.
He jumped a little. Then they laughed together. She got him.
The little guy then tried to get her a couple of times.
When the dad came in wearing his business suit and a crew cut, he hugged the two boys. She looked down at her coffee. She took a deep breath. Exhaled. The adults didn't talk.
All three guys started toward the door, laughing a little bit to one another. She followed.
It's not easy.
At all.
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Trailers for Bye Bye Love (1995) ... "... the new American ritual, the Friday night exchange of custody ..." -Dr. David Townsend (Rob Reiner)
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