I got to spend some time with a couple of friends visiting from Italy and their daughter, who is almost four years old.
After being very shy for half an hour last night, she decided she likes me and Dr B., and for once did not want to be picked up (well, I would not walk either, if I had two doting parents ready to carry me) but insisted in walking holding our hands instead.
Every now and then, we said 'One, two, three!' and lifted her up for a few steps. We pretended to bump against a tree and she started giggling. I looked at her and could not stop giggling either. People looked at us and giggled.
Today I showed up alone and she asked where Dr B. was. I said that he had to stay at home because a big naughty financial database threatened not to behave nicely (he's on support for work). She looked puzzled. Her dad, an IT consultant himself, grinned.
Kids are great. You get to behave like one and get away with it for once. I built robots with popcorn chicken boxes, spoons and the claws of the useless toy that came with the meal. Her eyes sparkled with admiration at such craft, then replaced the makeshift hair with a napkin and called her robot Rapunzel.
Next time I'll bring my dolls.