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Tuesday, April 10, 2007

Instant Karma

This morning, I took my son to playtime at Gymboree. It's open to kids of all ages, provided they're currently enrolled in one of their classes.

A girl about three years old ran over to play with my son. She took a toy from him when her mom, "Braggedy Ann", swooped in to remind her to "play nicely". I complimented the little girl on how well she shared after that and the mom turned to me to ask...
Braggedy Ann: How old is he? (pointing to my son).

Me: Just turned a year on Wednesday.

Braggedy Ann: Is he walking?

Me: On his own? Not yet, but he holds on...

Braggedy Ann: Well, my daughter walked at 9...er, 8 months old. My son too. (points to younger boy).

Me: Oh really.

Braggedy Ann: Yes, 8 months. Walking. Both of my children started walking at 8 months old.

Me: I see.

Not that I asked, by the way...

My son, having lost interest in the conversation days ago, left to play with something else. I just smiled and took off after him.

A little while later, Braggedy Ann's boy bolted for the parking lot when someone opened the door to leave. I happened to be standing right outside at the time. Luckily, I was there to catch and release him back to his "Smug-mmy".

That is, when she eventually realized he had taken off without her...

Hmm, maybe it's not so great when they learn how to walk...no, RUN away so early, is it?



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1 comment:

Christine Young said...

Hi. I've just stumbled on your blog via Blogher and I wanted to say that I love your wit. I read 3 or 4 posts and especially enjoyed your nicknames. I've got a nearly 3 year old, and I can commiserate about the toddler stuff. We're more than a year into it and it's still a constant mystery to me what I'm supposed to be doing. You might enjoy a book (which I actually found abandoned one day at Gymboree!) called Mommy Mantras by Bethany Casarjian and Diane Dillon. Short pithy essays about various challenging parenting moments written with a lot of humor and wisdom. Du courage.