On our morning bus, there are two ladies who sit together in the same seat everyday. They are obsessed with Nora. She’s so cute, so smart. Look how she wears her sweather backwards so she can put things in the hood!
The problem is, Nora hates these women. With a white hot little person hatred. They are just too much, too fawning. She does not respect them.
One day, we were forced to sit right in front of them and Nora spent the ride with her head buried in my lap, occasionally raising her face to give them the stink-eye. The nice ladies wrote it off to shyness. Since then, I try to steer her away from them, lest she say something hurtful (read: embarrassing to me) within ear shot. Something like, “Mommy, those women are annoying me. I find them boorish and don’t wish to associate with them!”
Yesterday, we had to sit across the aisle from them and she made a big show of ignoring them. She then proceeded to play peek-a-boowith a woman behind us. To top it off, another woman sat in front of us and Nora chatted her up and attempted to tickle her! There was only silence from across the aisle as the scorned women looked on in envy.
Three-year-olds can be so cold.