Big E: The Ultimate Wingman(boy)
At our neighborhood park yesterday, Big E ran into not one, but two of his pre-K classmates.
I watched in amusement as they greeted each other like it was their twenty year high school reunion. In truth, they had been together a mere 48 hours before. I guess in little kid world that equates to eternity.
But Big E grew tiresome of the little girls and moved onto bigger and better targets, their dads.
Big E began chatting up these poor, unsuspecting men. After a few minutes, I went over to rescue these patient souls from my son.
MOM, CAN SO-AND-SO'S DAD COME OVER AND DO LEARNING BOOKS WITH US?
Luckily, dad-turned-victim #1 had to take his daughter to soccer practice.
Phew! I quickly brushed off Big E's suggestion claiming they already had plans.
Next up, dad-turned-victim #2. Big E used the same line about coming back to our house to work on his learning books. Damn, this kid was good.
Again, another awkward silence followed by me reminding Big E that his babysitter was coming soon and we wouldn't have time for so-and-so's dad to come over and do learning books today. Major bummer, I know.
As I reflected upon our park outing, an idea popped into my sick and twisted mind.
Big E is the ultimate wingman. Yes, both of these dads happened to be married, but what if I rented him out to my single friends and had him approach all the cute guys at the park. Or the mall. Or even a bar (maybe that's a stretch...)!