Today Sean and I had a number of errands to run, which of course, included a trip to – you guessed it – Wal-Mart! But today, we did not go to our own personal Wal-Mart, the one that is one block away from our house, we went to the Wal-Mart that is one mile away. We are adventurous like that.
This Wal-Mart has a McDonalds in it and in a moment of weakness, as we were leaving the store, I agreed to stop in for breakfast. Anytime there is a possibility that my son will ingest food, I make the most of it. After we got our food, Sean chose a table by a window that looks out into the lobby of the store where the carts and the greeter are located.
As we were sitting there like two fish in a bowl eating our McFood, Sean starts making observations about the people who are coming and going.
“That lady’s in a hurry!” he said as a lady grabbed a cart and headed into the store like a racehorse.
“Sure enough,” I responded.
“That man has a hole in his paints. He needs new paints.”
“Maybe he’s going in the store to buy new pants,” I offered.
“That woman looks sad! Why is that woman sad?”
I looked at her. She did look as though the world were resting on her shoulders.
“I don’t know why she’s sad Sweetie,” I said, impressed with his astute observation.
He cocked his head and touched my forearm and said, “Maybe because she doesn’t have a little boy like me.”
Gulp. Tears instantly stung my eyes.
“Maybe so,” I said. “I was sad when I didn’t have a little boy like you.”
“Yeah” he said.
And then he shoved an entire biscuit in his mouth.