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Sweet Pea and I went to the grocery store the other day to spend what was left on mommy's paycheck on things we need to live. As I was unloading the groceries from the trunk of the car t carry into the house, Sweet Pea lowered the backseat of the car so that he could climb into the trunk with the groceries.
"What?" he exclaimed. "You picked up another little boy at the store? If you keep picking up kids at the store, this house is going to be flooded with kids!"
"Oh, dear," I said (real moms in real life do not actually say oh, dear all that much, but I could tell we were acting out a story, and moms in stories say this all the time), "I'd hate if this house got flooded with kids! I wonder if I can take him back to the store and get my money back? Or do you think I should keep him?"
"Keep him," Sweet Pea said.
"In that case, this is our house where we live, little boy. Would you like to come inside?"
"Yes," he said. "My name is [Sweet Pea]."
"Hello, [Sweet Pea], I'm Mommy. Nice to meet you. We have some toys in that room right there, if you want to live with us." I pointed to his bedroom window.
"I do. Okay. Thanks!" The little boy I'd picked up ran in the house to check out what kind of toys we might have for him to play with, while I carried the rest of my purchases to the kitchen to put them away.
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Sweet Pea and I went to the grocery store the other day to spend what was left on mommy's paycheck on things we need to live. As I was unloading the groceries from the trunk of the car t carry into the house, Sweet Pea lowered the backseat of the car so that he could climb into the trunk with the groceries.
"What?" he exclaimed. "You picked up another little boy at the store? If you keep picking up kids at the store, this house is going to be flooded with kids!"
"Oh, dear," I said (real moms in real life do not actually say oh, dear all that much, but I could tell we were acting out a story, and moms in stories say this all the time), "I'd hate if this house got flooded with kids! I wonder if I can take him back to the store and get my money back? Or do you think I should keep him?"
"Keep him," Sweet Pea said.
"In that case, this is our house where we live, little boy. Would you like to come inside?"
"Yes," he said. "My name is [Sweet Pea]."
"Hello, [Sweet Pea], I'm Mommy. Nice to meet you. We have some toys in that room right there, if you want to live with us." I pointed to his bedroom window.
"I do. Okay. Thanks!" The little boy I'd picked up ran in the house to check out what kind of toys we might have for him to play with, while I carried the rest of my purchases to the kitchen to put them away.
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Date: 2010-09-17 09:07 pm (UTC)He is a living embodiment of the word "bittersweet."
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Date: 2010-09-17 09:14 pm (UTC)He may have a hard road ahead, but he will find a way to stop to enjoy the flowers along the path as he travels it.
It will be OK.