Today we went to a pool party.
The Big Kid was delighted to see a gaggle of 13 year old girls in the pool and promptly became their little water-wing-wearing shadow. Oh how he shrieked and giggled and ran and swam and jumped to be near them. Oh how they ran, dove, hid, splashed, went inside and did everything possible not to include him. Little bitches.
Luckily, he had no clue. He'd be struggling on the surface of the water to catch up with their underwater escapades to allude him..."Hey, come back here you guys. Da Big Kid wants to play wif you guys. Mudder, help me." I finally made Mr. Ashley get in and distract him to save everyone the continued embarrassment.
I get it. I know through their eyes he's not cool, but he's so damn cute. He doesn't know he's not big and he admires them so. He is so sweet and it made me want to grab them by their skinny little arms and hiss "Quit being an asshole" into those snotty little faces.
I hate big kids.