We were in the waiting room with one other mother and child. The boy was just a couple months older but about twice Blythe's side. Plus, he could walk. We're talking a real advanced man, here. Blythe was crawling around, minding her own business, when he came strutting over to show her who was boss. He had already claim that waiting room as his territory.
It first started innocently enough. He sat in front of her and kicked his feet. Blythe kicked her feet. She knew that game. They crawled around with each other. But then... then he started getting into her space. Blythe didn't like that. She crawled away. He crawled after her. Everywhere she went there he was. He walked in front of her and rubbed her head. Rubbed her head! Blythe was indignant and scowled at him.
And then he went in for the ultimate offense. He crawled over to the diaper bag and tried to pull out her La La. In Blythe's language, a La La is her bottle. As you can imagine, she came unglued She crawled right over to him sat right in front of him and told him off. Her little hands were flailing wildly, her words were forceful and she used her angry eyes. It was very obvious that he was getting schooled by our little girl. To emphasize her point she reached over and poked him in the nose.
Needless to say, the boy was much chagrined and crawled back over to his mom who was reading a magazine this whole time. I'm not sure if she watched the whole interaction or not, but I now wish I took video of it.
I was so proud of Blythe for sticking up for herself that I did what any proud mother would do. I took her to the Starbucks in our Target and bought her some pumpkin bread.
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