We were invited to a picnic on Saturday afternoon. Despite the very un-picnic-like weather, we went. There was another couple there who had a five-month-old boy. His father held him, and Hubby held baby girl, close enough so they could each get a good look at the other. Baby girl reached out, touched his face, his clothes. He cracked a smile, reached toward her, too. Then he squealed. Baby girl jumped, her lower lip quivered. She wailed.
Calm was quickly restored in the comfort of her aba’s arms, but she’d had her fill of socializing. Making friends is tricky business.
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