HippyDippyville Strikes Again

A guest anecdote, e-mailed to me this afternoon by Queen Esther:

“Z. [the 2 ½ year old son] and I were just at the co-op. Z. pushed in front of a man to get to something he wanted, and I apologised. The man responded, ‘Not at all! It’s a privilege to be around bodhisattvas and their holy mothers.’ ”

Ah, HippyDippyville.