At eight months old, my son is an absolute flirt.
Sure, he likes to smile and laugh at me, and will break out a smile for a nice guy who starts up a conversation with him while we’re out in a store or a restaurant.
But when it comes to the ladies, boy oh boy, does this kid put on a show! The legs start kicking, the eyes light up, and the smiles, laughter and noises just don’t stop. He LOVES the ladies and he makes no bones about it wherever we go.
My wife brought him up to my work a few weeks ago, where he got to see many of my co-workers, giving the guys I work with a curious stare and maybe a smirk. When my female co-workers came into the room and began talking to him, though, I didn’t think we were ever going to be able to drag him out of there.
Last night we went to dinner, where two very nice women from Ireland were seated behind us and came over to talk to him upon sight. He was, ironically enough, wearing an Ireland onesie for the St. Patrick’s Day weekend, and when they began talking to him, I thought he was going to leap out of his carrier and do a little Irish jig on the table.
My wife says even a small trip for her to the store ends with him “chatting up” the female cashiers.
It’s really a sight to behold, but it definitely makes me wonder if this star-struck-for-the-ladies trait will carry on through his youth, will it peter out, or will I have my own, girl-crazy Andy Hardy on my hands with many a man-to-man talk in the future?
Either way, it’s another adventure I look forward to in the years ahead.