We went out for breakfast last weekend to one of those child friendly cafes that have a play area for the childers, but that they completely ignore and run riot through the place instead.
Anyway, the baby was quite content to sit in a high chair and take it all in, but true to form, the two year old pegged it off in search of something, or more importantly, someONE to play with.
Proudly beating his chest as he introduced himself, he did the rounds of the other kids, absolutely delighted with himself. Smiling, waving, showing them the toys that he had brought to the place.
These Children of the Corn did not speak. Instead, they looked blankly THROUGH my little petal, as he was trying to talk to them, to make friends.
Thank God a two year old doesn’t know rejection. But I do. And my Jesus, did I feel it. All those insecurities from my early teenage years came whirling back up in my face and I felt… violent.
I wanted to shake these little beasts and shout at them about how amazing my kid was. That they would be LUCKY to play with such a child prodigy.
I didn’t. They were only about three, in fairness.
I am going to have to learn restraint before he starts school… otherwise there are going to be some uncomfortable moments at the school gate.