Kids = Dogs

I was peeling an orange in my boss’s kitchen today during a break at work, when I noticed him.

Li’l G had suddenly, quietly, appeared at the other end of the kitchen. His gaze went immediately to the orange in my hand, and then his eyes moved back up to meet my eyes. He grinned, engagingly. He started walking toward me, head tilted, maintaining eye contact the whole time.

(Did I mention that Gus learned to walk last week? And already he’s finding it so incredibly useful…just wait until you have to be on your feet for 10+ hours a day, kid, and you’ll be wishing you’d stuck with crawling.)

I finished peeling my orange and ran out of the kitchen through the other door. Gus backed out of the kitchen through his door and intercepted me at the dining table. He stood still, a few feet away from me, and smiled again. He looked meaningfully at my orange.

Thankfully, my boss’s mother-in-law, who was babysitting that day, caught sight of what was going on, and got some Chex mix for Gus. Otherwise I would have eventually succumbed to the Paco-like gaze of Gus, and fed him some pieces of orange out of sheer guilt. And just like Paco, Gus would have ended up with strange, wiggly orange segments in his poop, inevitably resulting in a conversation between his parents that would go something like this:

“What the fuck is this kid eating!”

“I don’t know! He has teeth now; why isn’t he using them?”

“Jesus! Whatever it is, don’t give it to him again!”

“At least it’s not corn!”

Posted by: Supersonic Jane | July 27, 2010 | 6:02 pm
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