Waiting

We have a busy afternoon. Mama's new laptop is faulty and we are going to return it for a new one. The laptop shop is nice, but the 'service desk' is a dreary small cold office. We wait for an hour with lots of other people.

Mama and I sit on the floor and stare at the other people or read magazines. Mama says that I am a good waiter. You know, I don't mind, as long as mama is close and I can play with her cardigan buttons, or cardigan zipper.