The Jr. VP is a friendly tyke. Too friendly: I’m worried he is gonna get Daddy’s ass kicked someday when we are out and about. He and I were at the market yesterday getting some stuff for dinner. A grizzled homeless* guy was sitting on the curb outside. Of course the lad walks right up to him screaming “Hi!” “Hi!” “Hi!”. When he gets no response with that he changes over to “Hola!” “Hola!”. Doesn’t matter who or where, or if the person being greeted is at all appreciative: Jr. has to greet them. He even tries to yell at people inside other cars when we are driving around. And if he sees a dog in another car he’ll himself start barking. I am never taking Jr. on the MAX, not unless both of us are armed. Also, anytime he sees anyone with a beard he immediately points and starts screaming “Santa!” “Santa!” Looks like we aren’t going to any biker bars either.
* I suppose it’s possible he’s actually a guy with a home who just likes pushing his stuff around in a cart all day.
