Taking candy from a baby

One European practice that still seems strange to my antipodean sensibilities is the custom of offering gifts to babies and children. Rose is regularly presented with all manner of goodies from local shopkeepers. Often it’s a piece of cold meat from the deli counter, or a small treat from the bakery. Usually however, it’s a highly inappropriate but enticing gift, such as a lollipop. The gift is not put through the net of parental decision, it’s almost always pressed directly into Rose’s waiting hand. So far this hasn’t been too disastrous. Wrapped in their noisy plastic wrapping and gleaming prettily in the sun, lollipops have made quite good makeshift toys. Until now. Today when our friend at the pizza place presented Rose with a shiny red pop, somehow she knew instinctively that this was no toy. She began tugging and pulling at the plastic. The striving increased in intensity, accompanied by grunts of appeal for me to unleash the prize within. Given that we were in public I took a calculated risk, figuring her chubby fingers were safely feeble… and then suddenly the wrapper was off. You may guess what ensued. As the sideways glances gradually ceased and her cries of protest at last died down, I realised that we’d crossed a line. And we can never, ever go back.


2 Responses to “Taking candy from a baby”

  1. 1 Bec June 20, 2010 at 10:07 am

    Tyler discovered the joy of lollipops at the hairdressers on Friday, it was the only thing that stopped his tears. Then on Saturday the lovely pizza shop guy (what is with them?) gave him another one. Now he talks about them constantly like they’re the greatest discovery he has ever made. My days of bribing with sultanas are coming to an end I think.

    • 2 mavisandfrank June 27, 2010 at 7:44 am

      Tyler’s hair is a natural wonder. How does he grow it so fast? The other day an old man fell in love with Rose and gave her a chocolate coin wrapped in foil. It was huge, so I whipped it out of her hands before she could find out chocolate was inside. She didn’t seem to mind, but the old man looked very bewildered and a little hurt/disappointed. Haha xxx

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