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:
Playgrounds are scary places :)
They build character, I think.
:(
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
CK: well, you know, you are quite the character now! :-) Merry Christmas to you too. How was Jordan?
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