JOST A MON

The idle ramblings of a Jack of some trades, Master of none

Dec 15, 2009

At The Park

The wife and the boy were at the local park today. It was blustery and freezing. The boy braved the elements, and scootered around madly. Then he caught sight of a little girl, maybe a few months younger than him, and ran up to her.

For a few minutes, they attempted to climb a tree. In silence.

Then the boy said: "Do you want to be my friend?"

The girl said: "Okay."

They played for a while.

Then the boy said: "You are small."

The girl ignored him.

The boy said again: "You are small."

The girl burst into tears and ran to her mum, who was standing nearby, talking to a friend.

"That boy said I am small!" she said.

"But you are in the 99th percentile!" snapped the woman, and, grabbing her daughter's hand, stalked off in a huff.

5 comments:

km said...

Playgrounds are scary places :)

Fëanor said...

They build character, I think.

maithreyi said...

:(

Singaporean in London said...

Hmph, wasn't keen about playgrounds when I was a kid. Was overweight as a kid and the taunts just got to me. So much for character building.... :)

Merry Christmas!

C K

Fëanor said...

CK: well, you know, you are quite the character now! :-) Merry Christmas to you too. How was Jordan?

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