I took A to the bay today for a little walk, and some playtime on the playground area. We were having a great time, partially because we had the whole area to ourselves for the most part. As a side note to this post, I have to say, one of the hardest things about mothering for me, is other peoples children. I never know how much attention they should be paid when they start trying to hang out with your kid on the playground. Not to sound unfriendly, (but lets face it, I am) when I go somewhere like that with A, I just want to enjoy hanging with her and playing with her, I don't want to worry about somebody else's kid.
For a short while, there was a little girl and her younger brother there. I would say the girl was about 5, maybe 6, and the boy just a year or two younger. (I swear, the close in age siblings are everywhere) I was honestly paying them no mind, when the little girl decided she wanted to play with A. She starts doing the hanging around too close to you thing. I didn't really respond unless she really pinned me down, forcing me to say something to her. As A is so much younger than her, she really wasn't too interested, but more interested in continuing her quest to climb things that make her mom hyperventilate. The little girls mom started calling her, telling her it was time to leave. The little girl was talking up a storm, about some imaginery story/world she made up. The mom smiles at me and says, "She has an vivid imagination" I smile and give one of those Ha Ha's and continue paying attention to my child. Then the mom says, "thats why I have 2, so they can play together" I give the same response as before. I decided it might be just a tad weird to say, "well, I don't have 2 (or 3) because my babies just keep dying on me!! Have a nice day!"
Well, at least I make myself chuckle in my own head.