STANDING in a supermarket queue the other day, I witnessed the cutest conversation ever. Well, when I say ‘conversation’ I actually mean it was more of a monologue.
A four-year-old laaitie in a Spiderman suit was trying to attract his father’s attention. “Daddy, Daddy, look at the Easter Bunny’s eeeeggs.”
There was no response. He repeated, “Daddy, Daddy, look at the Easter Bunny’s eeeeggs.”
Nothing.
From what I know about parenting, I suspect that Daddy knew that if he engaged this tiny Spiderman, the next step would be a request for an Easter Bunny eeeegg, so Dad kept his attention focused on the phone in his hand.
A third, and fourth time, the same phrase was repeated. Softly, politely, without a hint of demand, “Daddy, Daddy, look at the Easter…