We went to the library today to kill time between gymnastics and Harper's doctor's appointment (no, she is fine, both are healthy as can be. we are just tired of waking at all hours of the night for the past week and wanted to rule out ear infections. Harper does not have any reason to complain and so she will have to cry it out. I digress...)
And while we were at said library a dad came in with three little boys, one of whom was about 5 years old and apparently terribly shy and not wanting contact with any other kids he did not know. Harper did not get the memo. It was as though this kid had a target on him. Lucy and I were sitting on the couch reading books and Harper was playing on the floor when they came in. The little boy expressed his not wanting to have to even walk past us and his dad sort of coaxed him to another corner of the room. But there was a problem. Harper hadn't said hello yet. She promptly crawled at warp speed over to him. He whined and cowered and tried to escape. It was now a game. She scrunched her nose, giggled, squealed and crawled like lightning over to where he hid. This went on a few more times (even after I replaced her right back in front of Lucy and myself) and yet, she could not get enough of this kid. She thought it was great that he would run and hide from her.
It only ended after he relaxed and realized that she was a baby and just interested in what he was doing and showing off her baby tricks. As soon as he stopped running, she lost all interest. Boys as playthings, I'm sure it won't be the last of that game.
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