My son’s mojo

Baby Boy is having to beat off the girls.

We went to the mall after naps yesterday in an attempt to give the kids an air-conditioned environment to play in, and to go somewhere that Baby Boy could play in, too. I would rather take them to the Munchkin’s favorite park, but since Baby Boy has an irritating habit of eating bark, I decided to opt for the mall.

While we were at the play area, the Munchkin became particularly attached to a little girl who was about 13 or 14 months old. She was adorable – big brown eyes, black curly hair, a cute smile, pierced ears – her father was with her and he was quite clearly an African immigrant. We talked briefly and he had a thick, rich accent, but his English was very good. The Munchkin was playing “chase” with this little girl – meaning that the little girl (with the help of her daddy) would follow the Munchkin around, who would run away squealing, and then turn around and hug the little girl.

As we were getting ready to leave after playing for an hour, I buckled Baby Boy back into his stroller and was getting the Munchkin’s sandals on her when this little one stopped what she was doing and came up to Baby Boy. They had a staring contest (as only babies can do), which ended when she leaned in and planted a sweet little kiss right on his mouth. It was so cute!! The dad and I both said “awwww”, and the Munchkin insisted on hugging both the little girl and her father good-bye before we left.

Later, we stopped for a potty break in the mall bathroom. Our local mall is really nice for kids – after a remodel, there is an open area with a bead-and-wire table toy for kids to play with. Plus two open changing table areas that aren’t in the bathrooms, a nursing mother’s room, two family bathrooms (with a small kid-sized toliet in each of them as well as a full-sized one), and in the women’s stalls, seats to buckle a child into to keep them from running around while you’re, um, busy. It’s great.

After the Munchkin had used the potty and Baby Boy had gotten a diaper change, they both went to play with the bead-and-wire table – it’s the kind that has beads strung on all sorts of twisted wires that you can push from one end of the table to the other. Another little girl joined in the fun, but she was quite clearly more interested in picking up Baby Boy. She kept coming up to him, touching his nose with her finger, and looking deeply into his eyes. He backed up a little, but didn’t run away. Her mother was embarrassed. “Oh, you’re only 16 months – it’s too early for boys!” she exclaimed.

“Oh, Baby Boy, you’re picking up older women… he’s only 11 months,” I explained to the mom. They left not soon after for the play area, and we continued on our way not too long after that.

I told the Webmaster that his son has a good deal of mojo going when it comes to girls his age, and he grinned. “That’s my boy!” he proclaimed.

I guess I can’t blame the little girls. After all, who wouldn’t want to kiss this boy?

Someone better tell the girls that he eats bark.

This entry was posted on Thursday, July 20th, 2006 at 9:09 am and is filed under Children.
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