A little girl, whom I've named Darling Delilah, made my day yesterday. As I stood in line at a bulk buying warehouse owned by some dude named Sam who I believe wields a Club, Darling D decided to tug at my heart strings. I peer down to see her little tiny frame wrapped in diapers staring up at me with this fluffy puff of brunette hair and beautiful brown eyes as big as the sun. Her hands outstretched towards me, begging for comfort. Concerned about how her parents might react, I hesitated to pick up the child. Finally after contemplating "what if her parents aren't around and she wandered away?" I pick her up. Her mom walks over smiling, much to my relief, and says to darling delilah "now you know you're not supposed to go walking up to strangers honey. but thank the man for being so nice." Darling Delilah smiles sweetly back at her mother, who then reaches for her daughter. The girl, much to comfortable in my arms, does an abrupt about face, burying her little noggen into my shoulder. Ummmm....sorry mom? I finally hand back the girl to her mother, and Darling Delilah begins to BAWL. I mean niagra falls streaked down her face.
It warmed my heart. One of the cutest experiences to ever befall me for sure. I then began to ponder why the situation occured? Is she just an exploratory toddler? Do I remind her of her daddy (who happened to be standing with mom as well)? I'm just really glad she didn't call me daddy. yikes. Then I thought, maybe she was trying to escape the evil realm of her parents!! Even then there's nothing I can do, but enjoy Darling Delilah and mines brief embrace.
It made me want to be a father.
In the daytime.
For like two minutes...until the diaper began to feel warm.
Darling Delilah, this is to you. I wish you a happy life, free of painful teething and diaper rash.
Cheers.
~vman
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