Bubba, my dad (Grandpa Impractical) and myself went shopping this morning. As is often the case on such an expedition, there came a point in time where we needed a toilet break. We were in a large department store, which was fine because they have a set of public toilets right near the men’s clothing section, which also happens to be near the door we came in by. The premise for this exercise is simple: I hold Bubba while you go and then you hold Bubba whilst I go. Easy.
So it’s Grandpa’s turn and I’m holding Bubba’s hand while we wait. I’m not really paying attention but it does register my mind that a lot of women are going back and forth to the toilets. My attention is finally captured by one woman giggling; I look at her and she says “Oh, he’s so cute!” as she goes by.
I look down at Bubba. He is meeting the eyes of every woman that goes by, giving them his absolute best soulfulm wide-eyed expression. I watch him for a while, as literally ten to fifteen ladies (it seemed to be a busy toilet) went back and forth, each one muttering “So cute!” and waving little waves at Bubba as they go past. Young, old, thick, thin – none are immune to the tiny fabio by my side. I watch and wait until we are alone for a moment.
“Practising for later?” I ask him. I’m not expecting a reply – he is only sixteen months old, after all. To my surprise, he turns his soulful face up at me, locking my gaze to his with those massive hazel eyes. Good gracious, it’s a wonder they’re not piling up at our front door! I manage, through my cute-baby stupor, to raise an eyebrow at him. Just one eyebrow, because I’m cool like that. His face breaks into a mischeivous grin and his eyes glitter with laughter. We hear the clip-clop of high heels and the soulful expression reappears as he seeks out his next victim. “Oh, how cute!” she giggles as she minces by. Uh-huh.
Grandpa reappears at last and my little womaniser dissolves into a little boy once more and we leave. As we put Bubba into his carseat, I lean across to him and say, “So what did you learn today, little villain?” Once again, I do not expect a reply. I have seen fabio in action.
He raises one eyebrow at me. Just one.
I think it’s time to quit while I’m ahead.
Has anything like this ever happened to you? Caring is sharing?
Lots of Love