I will be the first to admit that I do not know how to handle children, but I thought that I'd share this moment anyway. I was at a book signing tonight at an out door shopping area. Well this little blond haired boy walks up to me, he can't be more than three, and has this look on his face like he doesn't really know where he is. I lean down and ask, "Where's your Mommy?"
Little boy, "I don't have a Mommy."
Me, "That's not the answer I was looking for."
He then gives me a look like, well I don't know what you want strange lady. This blond lady, whom I'm going to assume is the little boy's mother, come screaming out of one of the shops, yelling for her son. She grabs the little boy and says they are going home. He had crossed the street to the other side of the shopping area, and was in real danger of getting hit by a car. I'm just glad I found him.
Little boy, "I don't have a Mommy."
Me, "That's not the answer I was looking for."
He then gives me a look like, well I don't know what you want strange lady. This blond lady, whom I'm going to assume is the little boy's mother, come screaming out of one of the shops, yelling for her son. She grabs the little boy and says they are going home. He had crossed the street to the other side of the shopping area, and was in real danger of getting hit by a car. I'm just glad I found him.