While we were at my in-laws' house this weekend, Zed fell in love with Ella's father's sister's son's wife's sister's daughter. Got that?
No? I knew I should've included a diagram. Let's just call her Samantha.
Samantha was sitting on the couch. Every so often, Zed would walk over to her, look up at her, and bat his eyes. Under normal conditions (re: older women), the victim's heart melts and she is forced to pick up Zed and hold him in her arms. Unfortunately for Zed, the object of his affection was fifteen. As I later explained to him, fifteen-year-olds try to stay as far away from toddlers as they possibly can.
Since Samantha was not picking up on Zed's non-too-subtle come-ons, Ella decided to help him out and placed him on the couch next to her. SCORE! Every few seconds, he would inch closer and closer to her until he was finally sitting on her. Believe it or not, the little guy sat next to/on her for fifteen minutes. He probably would've stayed with her on the couch all night had she not gotten up to go to the bathroom.
When it was time to say our goodbyes, Ella was holding Zed while she was talking to Samantha. Ella then asked Zed if he'd like to say goodbye to Samantha. He reached out and wrapped his arms around Samantha's neck, nearly jumping out of Ella's arms.
But I later broke his heart. I had to tell him later that even though no bloodlines were crossed and it was probably legally ok for him to date his mother's father's sister's son's wife's sister's daughter, it was not morally ok because Samantha is actually his mother's father's sister's son's adopted daughter. Long story.
But that's ok: Zed still has two girlfriends to fall back on. He's also madly in love with his Service Coordinator and Education Therapist. My boy is a pla-yah.
The other day, we were rolling the ball back and forth with him to encourage him to take turns and to engage him in more productive play. Zed was sitting in front of his Education Therapist and was rolling the ball back and forth to me. Actually, we rolled it back and forth and that was it; he was done and got up to move onto something else.
I suggested we change positions. I put Zed in front of me and had him roll the ball to his Education Therapist. The result? He rolled the ball back and forth with her twenty times, smiling and flirting with her the entire time.
Little bastard.
Song of the day: Hey Ladies by Beastie Boys
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