about a boy

bored…

These days would ask to go out… He would start by bringing you his socks, followed by his shoes and quietly sit on your lap as you pull them up his feet. He lurches to the door and out the gate, ready to explore the world.

However once he is out, it is almost as if there is way too much assaulting his senses. He turns, tugs in the other direction or just squats down right on the spot where he happens to be standing. Even at the playground, he just lay low and watched as a pair of Indian siblings and their mothers (I suspect), played at the slides and sand.

Funny little kid we have here.