I haven't kept it a secret that I am fed up with the thieving young vandals who live all around us in our apartment grouping. Quinn's toys constantly disappearing or mysteriously breaking, my flowers all being thrashed, my garden decorations going missing, etc. really adds up and drives me nuts! So when we went to McDonald's last night so that Quinn could play in the Playland I was disappointed to see that the place was crowded with kids of "that age" (8, 9, 10, 11-ish). I watched everyone like a hawk. I was ready to stand up for Quinn if an older kid so much as bumped into him (okay, I am being a little bit dramatic here, but you get the idea... I was on edge).
Quinn did fantastic climbing the tubes until about half way. He came out into the opening and then didn't know which way to go. From the ground I was trying to guide him which way to go and he was starting to panic. I was helpless! Then one of the little boys -who I had figured was a heathen- said, "Don't worry, I'll help him!" and took off up the tubes. He took Quinn's hand and helped him up the rest of the way. Quinn squealed and laughed all the way down the slide and came out at the bottom sitting on that little boys lap! As soon as he was standing up he took off right back up the tubes! The boy was right behind him, asking if he wanted help. They rode down the slide together again. The sweet little boy, whom I'd been so quick to dismiss, came over to me to tell me how good Quinn did that time, and that "he learned a lot and was good at climbing." That first boy, along with a second one, helped Quinn and played with him the whole time, not even once trying to escape little Quinn who slowed them down so much!
Those sweet little boys almost brought tears to my eyes; it was a fantastic lesson for me! It was so reassuring to see boys of "that age" being such awesome kids!
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