Earlier this week, I was having a meeting with my boss. It was via Google hangouts, one of those new-age technological advances that allow people to sometimes work from home. My boss was in the middle of chatting, when her baby daughter cried for her attention. As a dutiful mother, my boss attended to her. That’s when her son, a very inquisitive toddler, decided the computer looked quite interesting. He sat in mums chair, and looked at me through the screen.
‘Oh, hi!’, I said, always unsure of how to interact with a child I’ve never met before. ‘Umm, so, what are you doing today? Do you have a pet?’
I was nervous, and asking far too many questions. But it didn’t really matter what questions I was asking, because the toddler responded, ‘My dad’s in New Zealand.’
Interesting.
I liked this toddler. I liked his attitude. I liked that he gave me the answer he wanted to give, regardless of the questions I asked.
That’s when I realised.
Toddlers are EXACTLY like politicians. And if we needed any more evidence of this, the second presidential debate gave us a very cranky, red haired toddler politician.