He killed me with kindness

14 Apr

Denny Relaxing at the Park


Last night, after supper, we all set out on our usual walk.  The weather is too fabulous to pass up and soon the humidity and mosquitos will be so bad that we won’t be able to walk at all.  (Ever been to a novelty shop in Georgia?  We like to boast that the Mosquito is our state bird.)  

Of course we had to stop by the park.  What parent could march their children past a park without allowing them to play?  (I would and have before…but I digress.)  

We only intended to stay for a few minutes since it was getting late, but we soon found our selves trapped by the most polite yet inquisitive little boy.  

He could have only been three years old, but had the manners of grown man.  “Excuse me, ma’am, but can I pet your dog?”  

Certainly!  With manners like that, you can pet anything you want! 

However, soon the polite questions escalated into a game of 20 Questions: 

“Excuse me, ma’am, but why is his tongue so long?” 

“Excuse me, ma’am, but why doesn’t he have a tail?” 

“Excuse me, ma’am, but can I step on his foot?” 

Certainly not. 

“Why not, ma’am? 

Because it would hurt him.  

(A deep look of understanding and awe.) 

Even though I was sitting six inches away from him, he addressed me as such every few seconds when he’d thought up another obvious question to ask.  Too cute.  

After the foot-stomping question we made our escape from the park.  The sun was setting and the mother of the little boy was getting more anxious by the second.  She’d given him permission to pet our dogs, but starred at them as if they were about to eat his face.  

They would never do such a thing.  (Unless he’d exfoliated with crunchy peanut butter that morning.)


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