Once, at the Little Gym with my then-2-year-old daughter, I unwittingly creeped out a 2-year-old girl, without interacting with her.
(I heard her mention to her mom “the creepy guy in orange”).
The self-esteem hit was decidedly nontrivial.
Once, at the Little Gym with my then-2-year-old daughter, I unwittingly creeped out a 2-year-old girl, without interacting with her.
(I heard her mention to her mom “the creepy guy in orange”).
The self-esteem hit was decidedly nontrivial.