“Yes! You’re right, there’s your leader from day camp last week. Would you like to say ‘hi?”
Off we went so that my outgoing five-year-old could see his leader from the previous week whom he adored.
He got about four feet away and clammed up, barely making eye contact.
“Why don’t you show her your new socks, buddy?” I suggested as a way to break the ice.
He quietly lifted up his leg so she could see his Ironman socks. She feigned the exact right level of enthusiasm, but my little guy was still acting shy. We headed back to our group of friends to continue our conversation.
As we left he piped up, “her voice sounds different.”
“Maybe she has a cold or something.”
A few moments later he was making eyes at her again from behind my legs.
“Would you like to go back over?” I asked.
“Alright, but this time you need to say something to Hollie otherwise it’s just creepy.”
So off we went again and he belted out a hearty “HELLO” and scurried away, giggling nervously (not creepy at all, nicely done).
It was as I trailing behind him that another friend quietly whispered in my ear, “um, that’s not Hollie, it’s Nicole.”
Of course it was, I knew it all along.
No, not creepy at all.
No names have been changed as the only identity needing protection is mine.