As I get older and wiser, I am learning more and more about the world around me. As part of that journey, I learned something new this week…I learned that boys are mean!
Before I explain why boys are mean, I do need to firstly state that it may be possible that not all boys are mean. I know over five different boys now and most of them are actually quite nice. However, boy number 6 was not very nice to me at all. As a result, I have decided that all boys are now mean, until they prove otherwise.
Every Monday morning, I take my Nanna to a playgroup so she can have fun with all the other Nannas/Grandads/Mammy’s and Daddy’s. At playgroup, there are lots of other little children who have done the same. Whilst the grownups talk, the children all run around and play with the toys they have. I have talked about playgroup before, when another child stole MY toy. If you haven’t read this diary entry already, first of all, why? Secondly, you can read it here…better late than never.
As a result of my past experiences at playgroup, I am always vigilant and on high alert. I treat every child with suspicion as they approach, never letting my guard down. However, this week I forgot all about this and I let my guard down and I faced the consequences.
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My favourite toy at playgroup is the train. It is a big and bulky train that you can push around and shout “Choo! Choo!” Upon arrival at playgroup, I immediately went to find my train toy. To my shock, I could see another boy holding my train. I simply could not allow this. Therefore, I approached him, but did so with caution.
The little boy’s eyes fixed onto mine as I approached. He held the train tight to his chest. I found myself stood in front of him, eye to eye in the centre of the room. The rest of the playgroup had stopped and turned to silence as they watched our intense staring match.
Who was going to blink first? Who was going to make the first move?
I made the first move. I raised my hand and put it on the train. The little boy looked down at my hand and then back into my eyes. He was looking for weakness, but found none. Determined and committed to getting my train toy back, my hand stayed put as I stared back into his soul.
The little boy made the next move, by starting to walk away. This was a good move on his part, but I had a better move. I followed him, hand still attached to the train.
You could feel the panic in his step when he realised that I was the baggage coming along with his train. We circled the room together, like a strange dance. However, this soon came to a stop as the little boy realised that his plan was not working. He wanted the train. I wanted the train. He had hold of the train. My hand was on the train. It was a stalemate, but I felt as though I was winning the battle of wills and eventually I would get what I want. Very soon, I did…but at what cost!?
The stalemate was broken when the boy pulled the train away from my hand. Startled by this, I took a step back. I could see the aggression in his eyes as he raised the train above his head. With fire in his eyes, everything turned to slow motion as he launched the train towards me, throwing it directly at my head.
My guard was down, I wasn’t ready for an act of aggression. Diplomacy had failed and I was being attacked. The train struck my head and dropped to the ground at my feet.
I took a second to assess the damage I had taken. Turning to look at my Nanna, who had witnessed the intense incident, I felt my eyes fill with tears. I had the train at my feet, but it did not feel like a victory.
Comforted by my Nanna as I sobbed through the pain, I soon recovered and was reunited with the train. To my surprise, the little boy had not been arrested and was sat playing with another toy across the room. I guess this type of assault is just tolerated in modern day society. Despite this, I had the last laugh, I was playing with the train. I was the one who could shout “Choo! Choo!” So I made sure the train did 15 laps around the little boy, so he knew whose train this really was!
I have learned a lot from this experience. You have to keep your guard up. Trains are a high demand toy. You have to stand up for what you want and apparently…boys are mean!
Evelyn x
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