So I was at Coffee Cottage today, and I decided to sit outside and read
Between the Assassinations [ARAVIND ADIGA] while I drank my coffee. I sat in the very corner of the very back. I opened my book and started reading for a little bit, then I had to go do something really quickly. A couple minutes later, when I came back, there was this guy [who looked to be in his 50s] and his son at the table next to me. As I sat down to continue reading, the guy looked at me and said, "Hey, thanks for stealing our table. We always sit there, and you took it from us."
I laughed, "Yea, well, too bad, because I was here first." He smiled and replied, "That table has our name on it. I can't believe you. We always sit there, so it belongs to us." "Sure," I said, "keep telling yourself that." He laughed, and sat down. His son, who had been running in circles, came up to me and said, "You know, we could share." His father called him over [he saw me reading, and must not have wanted him to bother me]. The son ran over, stood by his father for a couple seconds, then saw a stick on the floor. He picked it up, and came back over to me. He started chattering about the stick and began whacking the tree near us.
After a little bit, his father told him to stop hitting the tree. The boy then said, "My father told me to stop hitting the tree."
"So you should probably stop, huh?"
"Yea."
It was the cutest thing ever.
For the next twenty-five minutes or so, the boy would do something and give me commentary about what he was doing. He'd run in circles and then come to me and lay down his strategy of how to run in circles, and what directions he used to go in the right direction. His father was on the phone the entire time, and every once in a while, he'd call his son over to him. The boy would go over, but after a couple seconds, he'd grow restless and drift back towards me. At one time, he came right up and shoved his little fingers in my face, which where red. He told me he had been painting, but he couldn't remember what.
It was so cute. When they left, he yelled, "Bye! See ya later!"
I love it when kids are so bold. Sometimes, its scary, which I'm sure the father feels sometimes, when the child goes up to complete strangers. You don't know who the person is and what they're like. But I know I'm not dangerous, so of course, I think it's totally cute that the boy had such a positively glowing personality.
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That kid is so active, he remind me of me when i was little. Heck, i think he's just like me when i'm at this age.