wynn is his father's child ~ he has never met a stranger. he loves talking to people and i've seen him make even the grumpiest ones smile. i'm always amazed at how some kids just come here that way. it keeps me thoroughly entertained.
so, last night he and i had a little date at the park. from atop the jungle gym complex, he spotted a mom sitting alone on a bench (reading a book and probably enjoying the three and half minutes she finally had to herself). once down the slide, wynn promptly marched over to her little slice of solitude and leaned against the bench, feet crossed at the ankles. i felt a little sorry for the interruption, but was too curious to stop it:
wynn: hi
annoyed lady: hi
wynn: you reading a book?
still annoyed lady: yes, i'm reading a book.
pause
wynn: is it about animals?
amused lady: no, it is about people.
wynn: it's about people? oh. hmmm. okay.
at this point, i decided to intervene and let this poor lady get back to the business not having to talk to kids. i asked him if he'd like to slide now and he chirped up with a YES YES, but not before turning back so they could exchange their good-byes. and then he was off ...
know what it is to be a child? ... it is to be so little that the elves can reach to whisper in your ear; it is to turn pumpkins into coaches and mice into horses, lowness into loftiness, and nothing into everything, for each child has its fairy godmother in its own soul ~ francis thompson
