Walking around a shopping mall means window shopping for many people. Leisure walks. For me, it means keeping an eye on Son. He got lost once in Parkson. He loves to run around and grabs any smaller child, tight. I'll be running towards the poor child and tries to let go of his tight grabs. Today, we went to the Spring shopping mall. I'd been telling him "Shake hands only. Shake hands only." He complied. He got close to a few children and showed them his right hand, in a gesture to shake hand. Most of the children were shy. They ran away. Only two boys who shook hands with him, one of them even hi-5 ed him.
There was a girl, probably five years old, pinched and hit Son when he took her balloon in a kid's shop. Son stood there, holding to the balloon, without hitting back. That's bullying. She called her younger brother to help. He didn't touch my Son but said politely " Let it go." Is sharing a vocabulary word in her dictionary?
Taking Son out is still not easy. He likes to run around. He doesn't care if he runs onto the road. He doesn't care if he bumps into people. He wants it his way. Holding him tight is not an option. He'll try to slither away. There's still a lot of improvements to be made in this department.
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