It's been busy, busy, busy here... I've started a different position at work, so I've been occupied with learning that - and Will's been busy with his business, as well. Luckily, we've been able to keep our weekends fairly open, since the weekdays are growing more and more insane.
Recently, we went to an indoor children's activity center (think Chuck E Cheese, but with fewer instances of domestic violence). Charlotte wasn't too sure about things at first, so we spent some time in the infant play area until she warmed up. Within 30 minutes or so, she was running around like all the other tiny crackheads. It was so sweet to watch her play, discover, and interact with other kids... but I have to be honest, I was pretty excited for the lengthy nap she'd take after expending so much energy.
Will got bored rather quickly, so he and I took turns interacting with Charlotte and then taking breaks to veg out on our phones. At one point, when all three of us were playing on the trampoline, a boy about 10 years old bounced up to us. Instantly, I could tell that he was a little odd. Autistic, probably. His language was stunted and he refused to make eye contact. Instead, he preferred to make sensory contact via touch - he'd lean up against me or brush the back of his hand against my pants. Then he'd squawk and run away, clearly having the time of his life.
For a while after, Charlotte and I played by ourselves in the reading room. Then Will approached us, looking wounded. "We need to leave here immediately," he told me, warily glancing over his shoulder as if expecting a mafia hit.
"I don't care if you're bored, this is for HER, not YOU," I reminded him, somewhat bitchily (after all, Will's ADD sometimes leads him to lose interest quickly but, obviously, parenting requires he remain engaged).
"I was assaulted!" Will protested, looking legitimately upset. He then explained that some random kid had run up to him, pinched/twisted his nipple through his shirt, and then ran away screaming: "DANCE PARTY!!!!"
I couldn't help but laugh, and I knew immediately which kid he was referring to. "Was it the kind of weird one?" Will affirmed, and then muttered something about a fear of being accused of inappropriateness with the kids.
I assured Will that HE was the victim here, and no one would accuse him of child molestation simply because some random kid ran up and grabbed his nipple. He seemed a bit relieved, but remained uneasy for a while.
Overall, Charlotte had a fantastic time and Will eventually warmed back up after his sexual assault experience. While it was a great family excursion in general, my favorite part was definitely my husband getting a purple-nurple from an autistic kid. Well, and the visual of him going home and doing this afterward:
Poor Will. He's got a long, strange trip of fatherhood ahead of him!