I was having lunch today and the following took place:
– Mother and child (roughly 4 years old) begin eating. They are enjoying the food, the nice day, etc. All is well with the world.
– The child gets bored with eating and begins fidgeting like crazy.
– The child walks over to the front door and starts ‘playing’ there. This ‘play’ clearly signifies even to relatively thick people like me: “I AM SICK OF BEING HERE AND WANT TO LEAVE”
– The play devolves into pushing at the door, but not being strong enough to actually open it.
– The mother comes and collects the child, saying “I know you want to leave, and we will leave in just five more minutes. Mommy isn’t done eating yet, though.”
– The child returns to the door and pushes at it, succeeding just enough to get it an inch open thus enabling her finger to get jammed by it when it closes. She does the little kid thing where they look around, start to well up, and you know that in just about 4 seconds they are going to be BAWLING.
– She starts crying and screaming.
– The mother comes over to comfort her. “Oh, you poor thing” etc.
– 45 seconds later, they have left, with the mother leaving a healthy amount of food on the plate, and the kid is now smiling.
In other news, it’s election day tomorrow.
To paraphrase, it’s the worse form of government…except all the others…