Last night, we were at Target buying what I told J were big boring things: large packages of toilet paper, paper towels, and cat litter (a 40 pound box that I used to lift bending my back before I through out my back and had to get acupuncture; do what they told you to do forever ago: bend your knees to pick up the heavy things).
When we got to the check out, J wanted to help (she always asks how she can help, my darling girl). So I jokingly handed her the big humongous pack of paper towels that was not so much heavy as it was cumbersome for a 5-year old to hold. We both cracked up as she tried to get the package up onto the conveyor belt and I cheered her on. The lady behind was enjoying our antics and snickered. When J turned around and noticed her she said, “Hi.” And then “What’s your favorite color?” The lady giggled at the where-did-that-come kind-of question and said “Blue” was her favorite color.
J then looked behind the lady and then said to her, “What’s her favorite color?” referring to the woman behind her. The lady giggled more and said, “I don’t know, you would have to ask her.”
I said “Okay’s let’s go!” and J said to the lady, “Good-bye Blue” and we walked away….
–SBM
Single Busy Mommy 