Dear Little Girl In Line,
I saw you staring at me in the Pharmacy line. I tried not to stare back at you.
But it was hard not to stare. I thought I was going to cry. I had to bite my tongue so I wouldn't say something to your mother.
I'm guessing you are 3 or 4 years old. I wanted to take you home.
The first thing I would do is fill the bathtub and take those filthy pajamas off you. I'll wash your hair with some shampoo that will make your beautiful curls smell really pretty. While you play with some toys and soak in the tub, I'll play some music on the CD player and we can sing along.
When you are all squeaky clean, I'll wrap you in a fluffy towel and take that yucky red nailpolish off your toes. If you would like, I'll repaint them with some pretty pink polish. I'll put a little sundress on you and we will sit in a rocking chair and I'll read you some story books. If you're hungry I'll make you a sandwich.
I'm sorry I didn't smile at you. I was thinking of buying some soap and shampoo and handing it to your Mom, but I thought it would have been rude. Now I can't stop thinking about you.
The Lady in the pink blouse at the pharmacy.