Big E: He Knows No Boundaries
Greetings from Florida!
There have been many things to blog about, but I caught a case of the lazies and haven't been motivated to write. Plus, my parents bought a computer with the new windows operating system and it might as well be DOS.
Today, everything changed.
My parents' neighborhood has a kiddie pool. Said pool is riddled with my parents' neighbors' kids and grandchildren escaping the frozen tundra of Kansas City, Boston, and Long Island, just to name a few.
Big E loves the kiddie pool. We are usually the first ones to arrive and then Big E's "friends" begin to trickle in.
I put friends in quotes because within minutes of meeting, Big E has made forever friends with the kids (and their parents).
This morning we met a family from Boston. Their son was almost two and very adventurous. Let's just say this kid drank a ton of pool water, even with his dad shadowing his every move.
Big E was immediately drawn to Boston Daddy. And thankfully, Boston Daddy was very patient and kind with him. I watched in horror as the following events happened and/or topics were discussed.
1) Religion: ARE YOU CHRISTIAN? This led to a light discussion on interfaith marriage. Awkward for all involved.
2) Back Scratch: Yep, Big E gave this man an unsolicited back scratch. Mr. Yoy would have been so jealous. Boston Daddy seemed to enjoy it.
3) Butt Rub: Boston Daddy had on a pair of super tight racing swim trunks. They had all sorts of triathlon symbols all over them, so I gather he was into that nonsense. Personally, I didn't think they were necessary for the kiddie pool, unless he was planning on racing all the little kids, but alas, I am not the fashion police. Anyway, Big E kept tracing the triathlon symbols which happened to be on his backside.
4) Swim Lessons: Big E attempted to teach Boston Daddy's toddler to swim. I guess two summers of hard core lessons with Miss C has rendered him a certified swim instructor. No one drowned, so I consider this a victory.
To summarize, it was two hours of overstepping boundaries and oversharing of information. I pulled Big E aside multiple times to explain personal space and appropriateness. This did not seem to penetrate his chlorine soaked skin.
So I just sat there. Mortified. Maybe I was sunburned, but most likely my red glow was embarrassment.
P.S. I had a picture of all the action, but I can't figure out where it goes when I download it from my email because this computer blows. Sorry.
There have been many things to blog about, but I caught a case of the lazies and haven't been motivated to write. Plus, my parents bought a computer with the new windows operating system and it might as well be DOS.
Today, everything changed.
My parents' neighborhood has a kiddie pool. Said pool is riddled with my parents' neighbors' kids and grandchildren escaping the frozen tundra of Kansas City, Boston, and Long Island, just to name a few.
Big E loves the kiddie pool. We are usually the first ones to arrive and then Big E's "friends" begin to trickle in.
I put friends in quotes because within minutes of meeting, Big E has made forever friends with the kids (and their parents).
This morning we met a family from Boston. Their son was almost two and very adventurous. Let's just say this kid drank a ton of pool water, even with his dad shadowing his every move.
Big E was immediately drawn to Boston Daddy. And thankfully, Boston Daddy was very patient and kind with him. I watched in horror as the following events happened and/or topics were discussed.
1) Religion: ARE YOU CHRISTIAN? This led to a light discussion on interfaith marriage. Awkward for all involved.
2) Back Scratch: Yep, Big E gave this man an unsolicited back scratch. Mr. Yoy would have been so jealous. Boston Daddy seemed to enjoy it.
3) Butt Rub: Boston Daddy had on a pair of super tight racing swim trunks. They had all sorts of triathlon symbols all over them, so I gather he was into that nonsense. Personally, I didn't think they were necessary for the kiddie pool, unless he was planning on racing all the little kids, but alas, I am not the fashion police. Anyway, Big E kept tracing the triathlon symbols which happened to be on his backside.
4) Swim Lessons: Big E attempted to teach Boston Daddy's toddler to swim. I guess two summers of hard core lessons with Miss C has rendered him a certified swim instructor. No one drowned, so I consider this a victory.
To summarize, it was two hours of overstepping boundaries and oversharing of information. I pulled Big E aside multiple times to explain personal space and appropriateness. This did not seem to penetrate his chlorine soaked skin.
So I just sat there. Mortified. Maybe I was sunburned, but most likely my red glow was embarrassment.
P.S. I had a picture of all the action, but I can't figure out where it goes when I download it from my email because this computer blows. Sorry.
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