Short Person and the Boyfriend

This is really a post I expected to be writing in another eight years, if I were realistic, ten years if I was hopeful, and 13 years if I wore rose-colored sunglasses Not now. NOT at age three. But here it is...

Short Person has a Boyfriend.

His name is Daniel. Cute little guy. I think he might be a few years older than she is though.

Anyway, we're at a friend's daughter's softball game, sitting on the bleachers cheering and this little boy comes over and stands in front of us. Actually, he leans in front of us, against the fencing and just smiles at Short Person-- who doesn't give him the time of day. No, she's busy playing. Walking up and down the bleachers in her own little pretend world of wonder. He stays there for about five minutes before going back to his parents.

I thought I was the only one that noticed the whole play, but I should have known better. In Short Person fashion, sometime between being disgusted with the catcher and first baseman and the 9th inning she'd managed to win over the hearts and smiles of all the people seated on the bleachers with us.

I forget what started the discussion, but something sparked a round of how funny and cute she was and lively conversations about her antics of the past couple hours-- including her having totally blown off the boy that tried to flirt with her. No sooner had the words been said than the boy came back to be in front of us. No longer leaning against the fencing, but now standing in front of Short Person with a wistful "She's so beautiful" expression on his little face.

Short Person was once again oblivious, much to the now laughing delight of all the people around us watching this whole interlude.

But alas, it was not meant to last. At some point the two of them were introduced and Short Person went through the motions. "I'm shy, Mommy." while coquettishly looking over my shoulder at him. Then, eye batting, then games of chase, until finally, they were playing together. Him like a love-stuck dog, she like she knew she was in control of the world.

By the time we left, even she was saying that he was her "boyfriend". Oui Vey. We still have eight or so games to go. This could be very, very bad.

LOL...