Oh shitting shit.
I really thought I'd have a bit longer than nine weeks before I'd have to start worrying about this.
Mrs L took The Creature to a postnatal group today. When I got home from work today I was told "Cam was flirting with Tilly today".
As the story was retold to me, my boy, who clearly hasn't inherited his dad's paralysing shyness with the opposite sex, was sat on Mrs L's lap, facing the room. Tilly, AN OLDER WOMAN, sits a few feet away, all mystical allure and big eyes. Tempting him. Like some tiny minx. I bet she was showing off loads of flesh.
Anyway. Mrs L notices that Flirty McFlirt (Tilly) is making eyes at The Creature. Rather than give him a quick sex education lesson, she leans round to discover that Cam is breaking out the grinniest grin his gummy little mouth has yet produced.
|Form an orderly queue ladies...|
Thankfully, a complete lack of motive abilities on either child's part meant that a meeting of eyes and exchange of smiles was as far as it went. Realising the limitations of his amorous endeavour, The Creature promptly fell asleep. This is probably a scenario which will come to be familiar to him in later life, so it's good he's getting some practise.
I'm really quite proud of the little guy. Not because I really think he was flirting. That would be extremely silly. But that smile was real interaction without ridiculous provocation. Usually it's me getting up close and pulling faces at him that elicits such things. I suppose I shouldn't be surprised that a pretty girl has done a better job.
This is just the start of course. Before I know it I'll be hearing tales of kiss chase in the school playground. Then, after that, I'll be NOT hearing about first kisses and first, erm, other things. Eep.
Now, how young is too young for the chat about the birds and bees (whatever that means)?