The cutest little boy was sat opposite me on the DLR yesterday. He had the most gorgeous curly blonde hair and his eyes were a sparkly green. He had me all gooey even before he smiled at me. That smile! It made me want to rush home and create my own little heart stealer. Not that the son I will (some day) produce has any hope of having hair; blonde or otherwise. You should see his father and his grandfather’s gorimapa, all hope is lost I tell you. They didn’t try for my son at all.
When I returned Blondie’s smile, he giggled and buried his face in his mum’s jacket. And so our game began. I’d wait for him to look my way and then give him a mega watt smile. He in turn would giggle and duck behind his mother. After a few minutes, I thought I’d up the ante of the game so the next time he looked my way, I crossed my eyes and stuck my tongue out at him.
His eyebrows shot up in surprised and he doubled over laughing. When Blondie managed to right himself, he held my gaze for the first time, shook his head and said in a rather adult voice, “That was REALLY silly!”
His mother looked mortified.
“Brian, that’s rude!”
“But it’s true!”
“She was only trying to make you laugh!”
“I know mummy and it was funny BUT it was also silly!”
At this point, I couldn’t hold back my laughter any longer. He did have a point, at my old age I shouldn’t be sticking out my tongue at people and making faces! His mother, obviously relieved that I wasn’t offended, offered an apologetic smile.
Funny as it was, he’s lucky we’re not in Lagos; I’d have pulled his ear and ‘konked’ his head!