Girl on a Bus
We had a chance to indulge Max’s fetish for all things transport this weekend, planes, trains and automobiles were all experienced during a weekend trip to Cindy as Max calls it or Sydney as it’s known to those who can pronounce it. The trip served as a reminder that city breaks + little people = exhaustion all round.
On the Sunday we took a bus to Coogee Beach to soak up some sun and maybe even dip a brave toe in the water. For anyone who might have a child with a crush on Thomas the Tank Engine, you will be aware of the work of Bertie Bus and so after convincing Max that we would indeed spend 40 mins on the famous Bertie he was willing to cooperate.
I suspect that 5 mins into the journey he realised he had been conned but he had a new distraction to occupy his fidgety mind and legs. Sat opposite us was a girl around the same age as Max that took his eye. Males of all ages and species have a little performance that they turn to when they want to impress a member of the fairer sex, peacocks shake their tail feathers, grown men puff out their chest and suck in their guts and Max jumps up and down over and over again.
By the fifth jump he had won her over, she relented a little and offered him a smile which he accepted and took as a sign to instigate a little bit of peek-a-boo. He then committed the ultimate act of passion and let her hold one of his Thomas trains. She asked her Mum if he could sit on her knee and he asked us if she could come to the beach, it would appear that they are both very fast movers.
All three parents involved had watched the entire performance with smiles stretched across our faces, this is the stuff of parental fantasy. I looked around the bus certain that everyone else would be enjoying this romantic connection every bit as much and was surprised to be met by some stony faces, with one or two smiles to soften things.
The reason I took so much delight in this little exchange was because the Mum told me that they were both from Sudan. Growing up in Bayside Melbourne I’m acutely aware that Max isn’t exposed to the most culturally diverse upbringing and he may not have seen anyone with the same skin tone as this girl. But children at this age have an endearing purity that ignores differences in others.
She liked the way he jumped and he liked the way she smiled and that was good enough for both of them.
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