I took Ryan to the dentist yesterday. While he was in getting his work done, I was sitting in the waiting room pondering the meaning of life with the help of the internet, by which I mean I was reading twitter on my phone. A little boy, maybe 3, came out of the back and sat on the couch next to me. His brother and sister (around 8 and 5) sat in chairs next to the couch while their mother was paying and making future appointments. The kid that sat next to me was very friendly and we had a fun little conversation over the next few minutes:
Kid: Hi!
Me: Hi.
Kid: Do you have a brother?
Me: No.
Kid: You don't have a brother?
Me: No, but I have a sister.
Kid: You have a sister?
Me: Yes. Do you have a brother?
Kid: Ya, he's over there (points to his brother, who waves).
Me: Is that your sister?
Kid: Ya, that's my sister (points to her). Just like you have a sister.
Me: Except you have a big sister. I have a little sister.
Sister: What's your sister's name?
Me: Her name is Trudy.
Kid: Trudy? That's a good name. Are you waiting for your sister?
Me: No, she's not here. She lives in Toronto.
Kid's mom: Shhhh! Don't bother the man! He's trying to read!
Me: Oh no, that's fine.
Kid: (Picks up a sports magazine) Do you play basketball?
Me: No, I don't.
Kid: Do you play hockey? You probably play hockey.
Me: No, but I like to watch hockey!
Kid: Do you play basketball?
Me: Uh, no. I play baseball.
Kid: I play hockey!
Me: Do you? It's lots of fun, isn't it?
Kid: (pauses, looks over pictures in magazine) Do you have a kuck?
Me: Pardon me?
Kid: Do you have a kuck?
Me: Do I have...
Sister: He wants to know if you have a truck.
Me: A truck? No. I have a little car. It's out there but it's behind other cars so you can't see it. (I notice at this point that there's an ad for a truck on the page he's looking at.)
Kid: Do you want to buy a truck?
Me: I don't know. I like trucks.
Mom: (Finished paying, gathering up the kids) I'm so sorry.
Me: Oh, no problem at all! He's quite friendly, isn't he?
Mom: (Shaking head) Oh my God, is he ever.
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This reminds me of conversations with one of my second cousins. He is so interested in everything and wants to know all the answers.
Then he'll randomly break out in conversation about how he has anxiety and gets very warm and tired when he gets anxious. It's like talking to an 80 year old man. He's 6.
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