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They are working on the office computers this week, so doing updates to my adoption tales is impossible. Instead I thought you may want to hear about my young (3.5 year old) son and his affair with the blonde girl.
He met her at the mall of course. They have that cute little play area full soft toys to climb up and on and over.
Included in those toys were a couple of cars. Each was big enough for two children to sit in, while they spun the steering wheel and drove around their imaginary town.
Sasha was driving his car, not expecting anything unusual, when she appeared. She was an older woman, at least 6, and had long Blondie hair in pig tails. She was wild and energetic, fun loving and loud. Her name was Presley.
My son (gosh this makes me proud) immediately struck up a conversation with her. As often happens, the woman didn't understand a word the man was saying. Then he motioned for her to get in the car with him. She did.
Apparently that is a universal language, well, for that type blond anyway.
They drove around all friendly for a while. Then she ran out on him. He was crushed. He followed her. She led him down dark and dangerous paths. He followed too, mimicking her every move, her every dangerous move.
He didn't climb a mountain for her, but that toy turtle was well over four foot tall, and the slide down was slippery.
She was leading him into trouble, as certain types of blonde's are want to lead men into trouble.
Then, as he came happily bounding around the corner of the play area, he saw her with....
the other man.
He was younger. (not quite 2)
He had the Red convertible.
Sasha was angered. A fight almost ensued, but she didn't want any violence. They screamed at each other. She yelled those immortal words, "I'm not gonna be your momma any longer" and stomped off.
Later, as that type of girl does when the new boy is no longer interesting, she tried to come back to him.
But Sasha had seen the light. He wanted to move up in the world, and knew he could not do so with her.