Out at dinner, while Jennifer and Lucy are in the restroom, a toddler walks by our table. Seeing Kathleen he waves and loudly says “Hi!”
Kathleen looks at the little boy and offers a cheerless “Hi.”
The child’s parents are now emerging from their booth. They smile at their child and tell him, “Say goodbye!”
“GOODBYE!!!” the toddler practically yells.
Kathleen stares blankly.
I elbow her in the ribs. “Say: Goodbye.” Kathleen makes a pathetic effort at smiling and says: “Goodbye.”
After the boy and his family shuffle off, Kathleen turns to me: “Sorry, I’m not good at talking to children.”
It’s official, my nine year old daughter is a grumpy old man.