Ellis is full of life. She is, as I call her, the super-silliest. And she has the greatest laugh. She draws people in and they can’t resist talking to her. The most surprising of whom was the brooding, rocker teenager at a Wal-Mart somewhere between Seattle & Portland.
Once you know Ellis, she is a total & complete charmer. That last trip to Seattle, I could sense the darkness looming overhead as Ellis & I boarded the plane and walked down the isle. By the time we had landed, she had won over everyone within a two row radius, including the perpetually-annoyed looking fellow sitting behind us. But, to strangers, this is more likely the look you’ll be met with. Little Miss Serious. Ellis’ standard m.o. is to check you out for about 15 minutes, and once she decides she likes you, she turns all cute, and is all, Look at me! Hey! See all the really cute things I can do??
Since we frequently have short interactions with people, I always wondered how she would react to those who fall into the “under 15 minute” category. Will she be trustful to a fault or will she be a good judge of character? Will she sense when people are weird and it’s okay to ignore them? I know it’s my job to teach her not to take candy from strangers & not to get into the van to see the puppy, but what if someone is able to convince her otherwise? (I realize with each passing day that I have much to be paranoid about when it comes to my daughter). Bottom line is, will she know when to back away.
Today I got my answer. We went to Safeway after work, and since we had just picked her up from my mom’s, I didn’t realize how tired she was until we got into the store. Poor thing had dark circles under her eyes. I’m trying to hurry through my list as well as the remember the things not on my list that I knew we needed, she’s pulling on her seat belt, indicating that SHE WOULD LIKE TO GO HOME NOW, and would you believe I didn’t even forget anything?
He’s trying to high-five her, still asking her how she’s doing, referring to himself as grandpa (whoa, buddy), and while we’re waiting for a price check on strawberry jam, he starts waving around the Pirate’s Booty going pirate booty, pi-ret booty, pirate boo-tay. I’m thinking, Dude, if my kid, who up until now has been behaving like an angel, has a meltdown because she’s tired & you’re waving her favorite snack around in her face? So help me…..
As we walked away from the check stand, I concurred with her that he was indeed, very weird, and didn’t he overstep his boundaries. On the way home, she chattered a bit from the backseat of the car, and about halfway into our 4 minute drive, she was completely crashed out.
Maybe now I can worry about one less thing.