Flower girls

As hubbie did not have to work until well past midnight last night, we had a beer at Central World Plaza.

A flower girl came by with her red roses. It's very hard to know how to react when they approach, these pretty, tiny children with their large, solemn, manga-like eyes, and their trembling lower lip. Do you buy a flower because for the individual it would help fill her quota, and possibly mean she won't have to do other things to make money...? Or do you resist as you think about the perpetuation of child labour? The shoe-shine boy in Nairobi, the postcard boy in Marrakesh, the Chicklets girl in Veracruz and the flower girl in Bangkok....