
There's always something strange going on at the Marina.
Sunday I found myself spending some quality time with a three year old.
Her dad was looking at boats and she gravitated to me. She made herself right at home, walking behind the service counter and pecking at the keys of the computer like she belonged there. For a while I felt like I was in charge of a nursery school when another family came in and their two small children, the little girl and I carefully examined the worms to find the right candidates for the job (hey, I can't help it, as a former outdoor education teacher I can't resist taking the opportunity to teach kids about nature and get them past the "Ewww" factor).
At one point the little girl asked me, "Don't you wish you had a little girl of your own?"
So, first of all I'm wondering, how the hell does she know I'm childless?
Then I'm wondering, "How the hell do you answer that one"?
I settled for: "MmmmmHmmmmm".
Seemed to work fine.
Anyhow, after about a half hour I found myself talking to two customers with the little girl hanging off of me and sniffing my arms (yes, you read that correctly).
Little Girl (deep sniff): What are you wearing?
Me: Uhhhhh, sunscreen?
Customers (smiling): Ahhhhh!
Father of little girl (reappearing at long last): OK honey, time to go.
Me: Nice to meet you!
Customers (boggling): Huh?
Me (shrugging): Friendly kid.
I don't know why small children like me so much. I'm not really that comfortable around them, yet they seem to gravitate towards me. It's not that I don't like kids, I'm just more comfortable with them once they hit 9 or so.
What can I say, I'm irresistable.