Rebirth of Slick

Tonight, Randy and I got to witness our son, The Mack, in action. It all started with a raven haired beauty sitting diagonally from us at Sweet Tomatoes. It began with a smile, a slight flirtation, and ended with Dante and this little girl playing Ninjas in the aisle.

What moved me almost to tears (of proud parent, not of sadness...ok a little bit of sadness, since I am the only girl Dante should love), was how slick my little 4 year old was with "putting the moves" on this girl. He flashed this "hi, how ya doin'" smile at her and (no kidding) winked.

Now mind you, we've been trying to teach Dante to wink for months now. Little did we know that all it would take would be a gorgeous little girl.

It was so interesting to see how (and here is where I get all scientific) our primitive nature or instinct kicks in, no matter how old we are when we something that we find "attractive". Dante has no clue what flirting, or the opposite sex is. I mean, he knows girls are girls and boys are boys, but at 4 does he really understand the trouble and heartache involved.

Of course not. Which makes it so wonderful to see him act like this so innocently. Later on, when he's a pimply faced teenager moping about the house listening to The Smiths' "Girl Afraid" (he is my child), it won't be that cute.