Children's games

Here I am on the plane that brings me back to my city, to my family. As always, despite the joy of going home, I start by focusing on the negative. A baby crying in the back of the booth. A horrible woman next to me, all dressed in fox fur.

Suddenly, a moment of joy comes to the tip of his nose. The file in front of me is getting agitated. I see a blonde head, followed by big blue eyes and two beautiful round cheeks. This little boy is obviously looking for something to do. How can I sit on a seat for two hours without games, without friends? We have to go on an adventure, discovering other passengers! Who knows, maybe we'll have some good surprises.

This little piece of man is staring at me, looking for a sign of approval on my part, which would allow him to break my solitary bubble for a few moments.

I'm smiling at him. Green light. The game can begin. Exalted to have found someone to answer his call, he gets carried away, climbs on the backrest, has two fingers to tip forward and ends up on my lap. His fingers rest on the sun visor in my window. A look in my direction. No disapproval from me, on the contrary, a malicious smile of encouragement. Message received. Launch the offensive. It lowers the blind by a few centimetres. Watches me again. No reaction. The show continues. I'm not opposed to that. One last blow on the sun visor. The window is completely closed. Mission accomplished. What game could we invent now, in this square meter of leather and plastic? No time to pursue. His mother patted him on the shoulder and asked him to behave well, not to bother the lady. He knows he's not bothering me. I give him one last look full of compassion. He admits defeat this time. He sits quietly, waiting for the next opportunity to get an adult, at least for a few seconds, out of this world too serious.

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