While strolling along East 23rd Street in Manhattan I notice a man coming towards me. He is walking briskly, purposefully, while wordlessly carrying a child upside down.
I look into the child’s eyes and call out, “Hello!”
“Hello!,” comes the reply.
We draw closer. We are nearly abreast.
“Upside down hello!,” I say.
“Upside down hello,” responds the child.
And then we begin to pass each other.
“Upside down goodbye!,” I exclaim.
“Upside down goodbye!,” the child echoes, as he and his silent beast of burden head west and I continue to walk towards the east.