“Let’s fuck!”
“Um… wtf, no.”
“Come oooooon, let’s fuck!”
“I said no.”
*attempts to jump me*
I was 15.
He was 4. Four.
He obviously didn’t get to do anything, and I went to his mom (who was chatting in another room with my mom) and told her he was misbehaving, and then I went out for a walk. I don’t think I told either of the two adults what he said, possibly because I was still at an age when anything sex-related was a no-no topic between me and adults.
But it was creepy as hell, and felt really disturbing. Especially because he really seemed to know what he was saying, and meaning it too.