Recently, mamma’s friend brought her little grandson to our place. I had only seen him once before as I was always busy with studies and numerous assignments coincidently due the very next day of her visit, so I never had a chance to even look at him for more than a couple of seconds. I would beg leave and get to work. But now, I had all the time in the world to play with the kid and observe his hilarious attempts of being wise.
His name is Braiden (however its spelled) and he’s a year and a half. There’s something unique about him: he’s tremendously chubby. It would give me a lifetime backache if I ever tried to lift him. I actually scared him upon his bare feet entrance to our place, somehow – I am still unable to understand what it is in my appearance that could have caused harm to his senses =\ – anyway, gulping down the bitterness in his eyes I smiled at him to assure him that I won’t suck blood out his neck so calm down. He smiled back at me and walked towards me, relaxing the mood caused by his sudden scream.
He showed me his toys that he had brought with him but he threw everything away and chose to play with my soccer ball. I didn’t know the intensity of his throwing skills until he threw the ball, aiming right at my head. He was furious with me since I didn’t pay attention when he said “saaaaa chhh” (I am guessing it meant my name and catch). He said it twice but I was too busy watching the movie so he decided to beat it. What a way to grab my attention kid!
I realized the sweetest thing about little children is that they don’t need to know you are to be able to play with you. All they care about is: warmth (second to there own mood). They won’t question you or bother you with endless description of milk products, cookies, anatomy of chicken or anything mother earth produces. They accept you as you are; by all means children are great inspiration.
We both played for an hour or two and he left our house happily. Yawning and running after his grandma, he fell twice and dropped his toys uncountable times. I waved at him and sighed. I want to see him again soon.
Children are not as bad as I thought.
Time to go. CHAO
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