For most of the time I've known them, Zoe has been the one who most wanted to interact with me while Vincent seemed to think I was the delivery guy from Boston Market. For almost two years, when I'd come thru the door, Zoe ran to my arms for a hug while Vincent asked if I brought food.
Lately, Vincent has been more of a buddy. We seem to wrestle, play, and talk more than ever before. It was great 20 minutes today as he tucked into side while I read The Lorax. Even better, he proved himself today as a capable wingman, and that will get him a much better birthday present next month.
It starts with balloons. Like most kids, he's fascinated with them. It was one of his first words and for a long time any round, colorful, elevated globe was greeted with a happy shriek B'loon. Not a bad world to live in, really. Unfortunately, he's had bad luck with them. And there is not much sadder than a toddler whose ballon has popped or flown away. Trader Joes gives away free balloons to the kiddies and after several traumatic attempts to safely get a ballon home, he's now gun shy.
When we were in line, right after he and his sister each kissed the chocolate bar we were about to buy (Karin is one of those no candy sorts of moms) I asked if he wanted a balloon. He shook his head and said he didn't want a balloon, they go away. Fair enough, kiddo, but balloon girl is cute so I turn to Zoe who chime up I want a purple one!
Zoe makes a poor wingman because she tends to get a bit possessive with me around other females. But, balloon girl was really cute so I went for it. For an hour before, Zoe had engaged another toddler, two BART policemen, the ticket salesman at BART and pretty much ever child we came across on our train trip. But, when I need her to be all cute, her eyes are are checking out her shoes and suddenly the chatty cathy show is over.
Vincent, however, came thru big time
Balloon Girl: And what about you little man, do you want a blue one?
Vincent: (in a very sad, Disney adorable voice with big wet eyes) I don't want a balloon.
Balloon Girl: (To me) He doesn't want one?
Me: A ballon can break your heart
Balloon Girl: You guys are too cute. Here, why don't I give you one and if he wants it later, he'll have it.
I got my smile, Vincent got the slighly larger piece of chocolate when I broke off pieces for them . . .
Go in Peace