PHYSICAL BOUNDARY

PHYSICAL BOUNDARY


Babies can get away with almost anything. Did something bad? Just look cute; and there you go! Melt all the hearts out there!

Perhaps, one of the many differences between a child and a grown-up is that the latter is bounded by a lot more rules and regulations. Perhaps, this is the result of having the never-ending list of "dos and don'ts" reiterated once too many during the growing-up years. Don't touch the remote controls. Keep your hands away from the electrical switch. Don't scream and yell, or the bogeyman will get you later at night. Continuing crying, and you won't look as pretty or handsome. Keep your hands off that spoon, don't make a mess of your dinner. Don't pull up your shirt, shame shame.

It's not something bad, really. It teaches a child what are the forbiddens, what are the inappropriates, and what are the discouraged.

Grace, like all babies, has this habit of sitting on someone else's laps. She'll walk up, lock her eyes on the target, turn 180degrees around, take a good estimated aim, (sometimes turning around again to double-confirm), and plonk! down on the groove of my laps. That's it. Randomly. No questions asked. No outrage of modesty. No infrigement of physical boundary. As if she rightfully owns that pair of laps. As if my laps belong to her. As if my laps have her name stamped neatly across it.

At times, I wonder how would my response be if the person in mention here is not Grace or some cute lil ones, but an adult. Probably I'll deliver a good No Shadow Kick. Secondly, I also cannot imagine an adult sitting on a lady's laps without even so much as to ask for permission (of course, bfs and gfs exluding). Babies, fortunately, are often cute enough to pull it off. Thank goodness.

Of course, I have no complains. In fact, I love it whenever she does that. It really strokes the ego, you know? Oh my, she wants me! It always never fail to give a funny, bubbling, warm, fizzy feeling inside. Like warm carbonated drinks.

Maybe I should just enjoy and lap it up as much as I possibly could, before she gets inculcated and poisoned by the rules and regulations. It'll just kill everything off. I cannot imagine her asking, "Jie Jie, can I sit on your laps?". It is just too mechanic and non-spontaneous. On the other hand though, I have this gut feeling that by the time she's able to construct such complete sentences, she won't care much for this old pair of laps.