On the way back home this evening, I happened to sit opposite a three-year old boy holding a pink balloon. He was with his mother, who looked no older than a elderly girl, and another girl-woman who accompanied them.
The journey back home being a rather long one, I decided to amuse myself, and began playing with the little boy. He insisted on my playing 'Catch' with him, using the balloon as the object to catch. Finally, what began as an simple game between the two of us, grew into something that involved half the population on the bus, as the boy deliberately threw the balloon in a new direction each time it was his turn. When I decided enough was enough, I kept the balloon with me. Then, to avoid dealing with a possible tantrum, we invented this game called 'Give me 5'. The game was basically... nothing. You just had to exchange high fives, and to bring in some variety, you could alternate hands, change directions and so on.
Finally, when we arrived at the stop they were to get off at, the cute kid said bye with a five.
Not a bad ride home.
The journey back home being a rather long one, I decided to amuse myself, and began playing with the little boy. He insisted on my playing 'Catch' with him, using the balloon as the object to catch. Finally, what began as an simple game between the two of us, grew into something that involved half the population on the bus, as the boy deliberately threw the balloon in a new direction each time it was his turn. When I decided enough was enough, I kept the balloon with me. Then, to avoid dealing with a possible tantrum, we invented this game called 'Give me 5'. The game was basically... nothing. You just had to exchange high fives, and to bring in some variety, you could alternate hands, change directions and so on.
Finally, when we arrived at the stop they were to get off at, the cute kid said bye with a five.
Not a bad ride home.
