Quinton's Lack of Personal Space Boundaries is Often Funny

At the beach Sunday, Quinton was sneaking up on our friend Parker, creeping closer as he moved from object to object.  First he hid behind a pillar.  Then, a tree.  Then, his bike.  Then, a Haitian man with no shirt, holding 2 styrofoam cups.  Yes.  My child was hiding behind a person.  I watched the man looking perplexed, trying vaguely to get away from my child, but every time the man moved, so did Q.
Me to Q: "Did the man say anything to you?"
Q:  "Yeah he said, 'They saw you.'"

We had another funny incident at the doctor's office a couple months ago.  Quinton walked in, stopped directly in front of a teenage boy who had a tissue stuck up his bloody nose, stood there right in his face looking at him, then kept walking.  Me, the boy and his mother all burst out laughing.  Then when it was time to go and Quinton had to walk past the boy again, he closed his eyes.   I said, "Did you just close your eyes so you couldn't see him?"
"Yes," he said.