I’m in the bus (I’m sitting on the pre-last seat), in front of me is a young mommy with a carapuse sitting on her knees facing me (mama doesn’t see me). My gaze and the gaze of the carapuse crossed, we smiled at each other, and I began to show him the tongue, I will show him, he to me, I to him, he to me, so it lasted for two minutes, then the carapuse cooked to his mother and showed her the tongue. The little boy looked at me with such a look as if I had betrayed him...I was ashamed.