Here's another reason why I love my dear friend Yellow. Not just because she makes me laugh, or because she trusts me implicitly, or because she sends me books and cd's of her old band - this time, it's because she says things like this:
"So I'm on the bus yesterday and I noticed this beautiful little girl with her mother. She was so sweet and beautiful and little, and her mother was just so mean and was constantly yelling at her - that is, when she was not on her cellphone and actually paying any attention to her daughter. Did I mention that she was pregnant? Yeah. So I sat there looking at this little girl and seeing her being treated so mean, and all I could think is how badly I just wanted to take her home with me. And bake her a strawberry cake, and make flowers on it and write her name on the top. Give it to her and say 'Go at it with your hands, babe. Take it into the bathtub if you want, we can wash your hair next week'. That's what I'd do."