This weekend while I was at the lake a little boy and his dad stopped at the house. The little boy wants to go fishing with Dr.Dad.He rode his little bike, with his Dad walking behind him, and walked into the house the way kids do--craning their neck around the corner to find the person they're looking for.
My mom loves this kid and she talks slowly and loudly to him, as if he speaks a foreign language. I was watching SpongeBob and that lured him into the room. He didn't talk to me, though. I told him he could watch if he wanted to. He watched out of the corner of his eye while PTAMom and the kid's dad chatted about grown up things. She talks in a normal voice for those.
PTAMom had saved a book for the little kid. It was a children's book about fishing, but it was fairly detailed. Little kid fisherman was happy and held onto the book. When the dad and PTAMom continued yapping, the kid rolled the book into a tube. It's what everyone would probably do. It was magazine size and was thin. His dad scolded him. I stepped in to save the day!
"Hey, if you stick it in the back of your jeans, it will fit against your back. That way you don't roll it up and you can still ride your bike."
OH BOY! I'm a child prodigy! If child prodigy means that I can teach children how to stick magazines in their pants and they learn it really quickly.
He popped that book into the back of his jeans. PTAMom and the dad thought that it was pretty clever. Then the kid and I watched some SpongeBob while we waited for the gabbing to be done. He didn't sit down or anything, but he wasn't clinging to his dad anymore.
That's what happens when you have books in your pants.
Posted by dotty at July 6, 2005 11:17 PM