Thanks to the fabulousness of the school calendar, there hasn't been any daycare for... a long, dang time.
It was warm out the other day, so I took the short and loud people to the playground in the afternoon.
[As part of my double-top-secret-plan to wear down their boundless energy reserves.]
One of the doctors from our pediatrician's office showed up with her two boys and a herd of other moms and kids.
The Mayor, delighting in a burnt orange Big Wheel covered in flame stickers, was preoccupied with riding around and around the playground's perimeter.
Our pediatrician's three year old son, Jonah, was cut loose on the playground while his mother cared for her infant and chatted with other moms in her playgroup.
For no apparent reason, Jonah identified The Mayor as his number one enemy.
I watched Jonah crash and re-crash his bike into my surprised and startled Mayor.
When that didn't rattle him, Jonah got off his bike, walked over to The Mayor and purposefully shoved him.
[This Mama Lion's hackles were standing on end.]
The Mayor was genuinely puzzled by the boy's actions.
After all, he earned his nickname, The Mayor, for his glad-handing, friend-making ways. He is, by nature, friendly.
The Mayor didn't react to the bully so much as stare at him full of astonishment and curiosity.
[Though he did protest a bit when Jonah spit in his face.]
Later, Jonah and another boy climbed on top of a small playhouse and yelled out taunts.
"Hurry everybody! Get away from him! He's the BAD GUY!!"That got The Mayor's attention.
The Mayor pedaled his big wheel right up to the house.
Jonah and his friend scrambled to hide inside.
"Guys," The Mayor shouted, "I'm a good guy. Really, I'm a GOOD guy!"[Watching him insist on his own inherent goodness took my breath away.]
Four minutes later, The Mayor was somehow transformed and the two played nicely together from that moment on.
I told K this story as we were falling asleep.
"Is this how boys make friends? Is this how they get each other's attention?"
"Uh-huh," K muttered.
"It IS?" I asked again, incredulous.
K mumbled sleepily,
"What? What? Did you say something?"
[Speaking of The Mayor, his surgical consult was postponed until next week. Thank you for all your kind thoughts and messages.]