A 3-year-old boy encounters a stranger…
He sucks his thumb.
He looks at his feet.
He wants to disappear.
He’ll settle for hiding behind the door.
Well, I’m a 38-year-old lady. Meeting strangers is uncomfortable for me. It helps if the person is a friend of a friend, but it doesn’t extinguish completely the desire to squirm a little.
Sometimes I want to look at my feet.
Sometimes I want to disappear. Sometimes I want to hide behind the door.
Thumb-sucking is optional.