Wednesday, January 03, 2007


I was peddling my way to the cash register yesterday when I heard some kid screeching. Not a baby, but what appeared to be a school-aged little guy, like Zack. But very naughty and very far ahead of his Mommy who was admonishing him in that detached, 'I-am-saying-this-for-the-benefit-of-the-folks-judging-me' type of tone. He singled me out and started to mess with my cart, clearly looking for attention, so I tried to give him a stern, yet kind look. (This is hard to do - I haven't quite mastered the serene and mean look.) He grew bored with swiveling my smoothie and rice and took off around the corner just as his Mom made her approach.

"'Little boy with a name I can't recall', come here right now. Someone is going to grab you and kidnap you." Says Trance Mama, rather loudly.

And my first thought, on the second day of the year was, "not likely."

So much for being more loving in 2007. I've got my work cut out for me.


Anonymous said...

You sure that wasn't me? :-)


Lisa Milton said...

I didn't know you shop on 192nd...just kidding. This kid appeared to fall out of some bad movie, where they pay the kid to be just that obnoxious. And the Mom could care less. Ack. That's what I get for running into Wal-Mart.