Who could resist?

The madness of buffet breakfast was finally over and we were making our way out. It was our second morning at the Marriott Hua Hin and I was looking forward to another lovely day of sea, swim and sun. Inaaya was toddling beside me as we snaked our way through the mess of tables and chairs.

I walked past the waiter and couldn't help but notice the wild Amazon jungle he was nurturing on his calves. The Bermuda shorts uniform did nothing to hide this lush flora and fauna. Inaaya, it just so happen, tripped, at that exact same time. I was bending over to help her when I saw that she had lifted up her head with both arms on the floor supporting her weight. And was staring unabashedly at the waiter's legs. She was without a doubt, eye to eye with the tufts on his leg.

Without hesitation, she lifted her hand and touched him and his hair in a soft caress. The waiter, shocked, jerked forward and looked down. What could he do, but smile at my little angel who was till preoccupied with his hair.

He was thought terribly embarrassed. I don't blame him. There is just something about tight curls growing in furious spots that doesn't do it for me.